I love this car. Even more than O.G. Fred’s ’87. Why? Because it’s all business:
The fake scoop is for air cleaner clearance. It gets enough air through the gaping, no-style nose hole.
The fake vents are stupid. But, they were stupid in 1979. Why spend money to fix something that ain’t broke? Spend it on better shocks, better brakes – all the upgrades over the ’83-84s
The Fairmont dash is too ugly to be anything except a functional piece.
Speaking of fake – no fake brake cooling. The ’87s looked cool, like it took most of the SVO’s best features and ran with it, but there was a lot of style that lacked substance, like the rear skirt that was more of an air brake than ground effects.
What better way to celebrate Father’s Day than by strolling down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. As it happened, Sunday was the Rodeo Drive Concours.
OK, full disclosure – this was not a chance meeting. We took a 4 day holiday from the blast furnace that is summer in Phoenix to hang out in milder climes with the beautiful people. And we were hoping against hope that the LaFerrari would make an appearance.
No such luck. We did see Bugatti no. 5. We also saw our first non-auction288GTO. As shows go, it was a filtered, condensed version of the monthly Cars and CoffeeHookers and Squirrels “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.” (Not the Penske sponsored crapfest – the real one.) Smaller than the Windgate festival of speed. Like both, it was strafed by similarly cool machines that didn’t want to linger.
As Bentley’s go, it’s heretical. Only the muted paint saves it from being abominable.
Nothing about this says tasteful or elegant. It says ricer with a trust fund. Is it fast? One hopes, since it was blindingly fast from the factory. The add-ons can’t kill too much speed, can they? Killing libidos is a different question entirely.
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These cars remain crazy fast, yet innocuous. They look like a Cayman with some HGH. They sound like a Prius. they are as forgiving as a 1976 Turbo when you erroneously lift throttle in a curve like you might in a normal car (HINT: everything you know about controlling a car does not apply.)
Anyhoo, one rolled up to C&C. Usually, they’re rare birds. Not so this week of all weeks.
And yeah, EVERYBODY looked at it and said, “that’s the kind of car that one guy died in.” EVERY BODY.