August 14, 2011
Wouldn’t you love to own this baby?
“I’ve been trying to persuade him for a long time,” says the man in green, “but he won’t sell.”
We’re in the main piazza of a hill town called Vizzini.
“How old?” I ask the owner.
“1969.”
“Forty-two years old,” says the man in green, wistfully. “But he won’t sell her.”
“You have to be a mechanic like me,” says the owner, “to have a car like this.”
“He won’t sell her to me,” the man repeats. “I keep offering more and more money.”
“I wouldn’t sell her for all the money in the world.” The mechanic runs his hand over her curves and grins.
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