I’ve now taken ownership of the great white beast. I have to say I’m pretty happy with the purchase. I’ve bought plenty of old cars from second and third owners (my Giulia Super was still in the same family, and lived barely 10 miles from where it was first sold), but until now had never had the experience of buying from an original owner.
In addition to the knowledge that an original owner has about the car, there’s a lot to be said for the emotional appeal of a car that’s been a very real part of a family. Wayne’s daughter, who was 2 years old when dad bought the car said, “you’re buying my life.” Maybe it’s silly, but it kinda makes you want to take extra special care of something when its walls have that many stories in them.