Growing up in Maine, there weren’t a lot of nice cars around. This was mainly because nobody had any money, but the dearth of zesty machinery was also a function of Yankee cultural mores, which dictate that a non-rusty Volvo 240 is the outer boundary of vehicular flamboyance. Put it this way: I still remember spotting a BMW M3 in 1995. It was in Boothbay Harbor. Avus Blue. That was the most exotic car I laid eyes on during my high-school years. READ MORE ››
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