True Story: I rear-ended my scoutmaster at an intersection. This is a traffic accident and not anything else. Assholes. (I nearly killed Phid and cross traffic 5 years later at the same place. Something is karmically bad with Marquises (Marquii?) there.) The one cool thing this bastard ever did was to wait until after the campout was over to report the accident, which saved me a ticket. The other one cool thing is that he let me drive this bitch on a paper drive. FYI, you can’t drift these barges with 800 lbs. of old Playboys in the wayback, unless you have about 3x the engine power.
Mmm. Pointy,yet soft (TWSS!). A rear spoiler would help add 10 hp.
Nostalgia factor: -3/10 Baseline: 0, since I never personally owned one. -10 for being a Camaro. Woo hoo, Mustangs. Yee hah! -4 for being a Chevy. Fords rule, bitches. +1 for ditching the crappy fiberglass and the awful fender seams for plastic and slightly better seams; -1 for looking like shit compared to the original. +1 for looking less like a Vega, the second shittiest car ever. +1 for an ass that inspired a Benz. +1 for being cushy (for its era); -1 for being soft – whitewalls? Wire wheel covers? Where did I put my man purse? -1 for having no real connection to Ferrari or anything remotely Italian; +1 because that includes being unrelated to FIAT, shittiest Italian cars ever (pardon the redundancy).