The replacement is on its way.....

[maytag]

Not to say too much....
But.....

It's got a 4.3L V8.....


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[Racer Boy]

Maserati? Ferrari? '94 Caprice?

[maytag]

Originally Posted by Racer Boy

Maserati? Ferrari? '94 Caprice?

Well I can't have all THREE of those.....

Guess I'll have to choose just one.

Hmmm.... which should it be..... eeenie - meeenie - mineeee - Mo.....

[Racer Boy]

The Caprice has lots of room for your family, and will be cheaper to mod...

Wait - doesn't Lexus also make a 4.3 V8?

[maytag]

Originally Posted by Racer Boy

The Caprice has lots of room for your family, and will be cheaper to mod...

Wait - doesn't Lexus also make a 4.3 V8?

It arrived today. And you were right: it was one of those. ;-)



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[pilot4fn]

Originally Posted by maytag

It arrived today. And you were right: it was one of those. ;-)



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Congrats for a new car purchase!

[Van914]

Very nice perfect color combo.

[piper6909]

Very nice, Maytag! Congrats!

[Racer Boy]

That is the weirdest Caprice I've ever seen!

Congratulations on the extremely cool ride! A good buddy of mine has a 348, and tells me that the Ferrari owner's culture is much different than the Porsche owner's culture. But he still loves the car!

Will you be tracking the car? In all my years of track life, I've never seen a Ferrari at a track day.

[BrokenLinkage]

Geez man, do you own a face mask company or something?
Seriously, that is a beautiful car, and as much as I love the sound of a flat six, the sound of a Ferrari engine is truly intoxicating. But I could never use such a car for my daily flogger, between being self-conscious and the repair / maintenance costs. The fact of which does not preclude envy, though.
Well done!
(Hope you still hang around here, as well)

[Starter986]

May...

What year? Model? Miles?

What's the story?

That's a nice ride, by the way.

[itsnotanova]

WOW! That's a big jump from a 986 boxster to a F430 spider. Congrats and color me jealous

[Nine8Six]

Woo Hoo!!!

[bcrdukes]

To finish the story well, maytag, you'll need to part out your Boxster because there are a handful of us with watering mouths waiting to pounce on any opportunity you decide to part out your goodies.

Congrats on the new ride!

[husker boxster]

Sweet ride! Congrats!

What is the story? I imagine he's too busy driving to take the time to tell the story.

[bcrdukes]

He is punishing all of us.

[maytag]

Hey all;
Sorry, it's been very, very crazy around here. And yes, I admit that my spare time is otherwise teased-away right now, haha.

No real story, other than this has been a dream since I was about 10 yrs old. As so for many.
A number of times over the last several years I've been very close; in fact you may recall that when I joined here, I explained that the Boxster was the "consolation prize" when the offer I'd made on an F355 had been turned-down. Anyway; each time my wife has told me to do it, that has been the kiss of death. It seems that her demonstrating her willingness to allow me to do something crazy makes my sense of responsibility kick-into overdrive, and I back away. Lately though, I've been mad at myself for that.

Anyway: this time she took the decision away from me and she actually pulled the trigger.

I'm very excited. And, frankly, if I can find a place to get the Boxster out of her sight, I may still keep it for the track-toy I've turned it into. :dance:
But if not, I'll be parting her out shortly.


Some of you know I'm a sap. Some of you will make fun of me for this. Don't care....
The following was me getting the thoughts down on paper the night we bought it. In my adulthood, I've discovered I like to write. It's something that comes and goes, as the topic calls to me. I don't publish; I don't think I'm good enough. And I'm far too inconsistent. But some of you may understand the WHY after reading this.
And some of you may never stop making fun of me over it, hehe. I'm okay with that. I know who I am.

here goes:

I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a story with a purpose, but we’ll come to that later.

This story starts in 1977. I was always fascinated…. Wait….

This story starts in 1970. I was born in the front seat of a car. Yeah, I imagine that probably had some influence on the eventual fascination I have had with cars.

My Dad was a car guy. That I was born in a ’69 AMX is no accident. I remember a little red Cortina that he had before I was 5 years old. I remember a yellow Capri (the German one) that he had in the back yard for years. He’d talk about all the things he’d do to, and with it one day. My brother was a car-guy, talking regularly about his favorites, which, as I recall, were typically Italian. By the time I was 11, I had the requisite Lamborghini Countach on my wall. White. Beautiful. The Raging Bull was a beast I didn’t really understand, but it spoke to me anyway, as it did every pubescent boy of the era.

I remember my brother explaining to me what he saw as the important differences between his superior Ferrari and my inferior Lamborghini. Let’s be clear: some would say that we lived on the wrong side of the tracks to have such aspirations; but countless youngsters the world over from every nationality and socio-economic background had the same conversations, the same arguments, the same battle between we Champions of the Brands.

And then; 1984. The Ferrari Testarossa. The Testarossa. I’ll never forget the first time I saw it. Rossa Corsa (racing-red, to the uninitiated) with Tan Cuoio interior. Those unmistakable strakes on the sides. The wide hips and narrow front. It somehow had defined “muscular elegance”. And the name: Redhead. Just saying it correctly, rolling the ‘r’s and the staccato ‘t’ brought animation to conversation.

Down came the Countach, up went the Testarossa to its place of honor on my “west-side” bedroom wall. It was here that I taught my toddler nephew to say “rrari” and make the burble sound by moving his tongue in and out of his lips with his cheeks puffed.

My love affair extended to all things Italian. Pavarotti became the ONLY singer that mattered. When my brother went to be a missionary in Italy, Italian language became God’s tongue. Italian restaurants were my favorite, and women weren’t beautiful unless they sported the dark hair and fiery eyes that I associated with Italian Women. (Fortunately for me and the eventual love of my life, many women of other Latin nationalities have this in common). Even the years I spent racing Ducatis was an odd extension of my aspiration to all things Ferrari- ish.

The Ferrari became something more to me, of course. It transcended a mere car, or possession, or even an objet d’art: it meant something. The tradition and history of Ferrari represented passion and effort; once an underdog, they quickly became the gorilla in racing circles. Or better: the Stallion. The sharp focus of Enzo making road cars ONLY to fund his racing. His famous quote that he was tired of building cars for young men, that only old men could afford. The uncompromised view of what a car should be, became the cry of those moments where one stands unflinchingly and defies his detractors. And, it became just that for me; it became, in so many respects, the badge of what “success” meant for me. Not because success meant I was affluent, but rather that success meant I had achieved something without compromise. The few times I sat in a Ferrari as a young man, I’d smell the leather and feel the steering wheel, and say to myself “I’m from the wrong side of town for this”…. And then I’d stand, metaphorically, unflinchingly and say “that does not matter! I can do this too. One day, I will be able to do this”.

Ferrari is an aesthetic; more than visual, or auditory, or even tactile: Ferrari requires all senses to understand, perhaps including some which aren’t named. But there are some essential elements. Like Love, you don’t always know what it is, but you know it when you feel it. The sound a Ferrari must make as it shrieks past you… if it does not make you blush, then you do not yet understand. A Ferrari should inspire awe, and humility. Automotive perfection, if you will, can inspire the same awe and humility as Michael Jordan’s athletic perfection, or Freddie Mercury’s vocal perfection; these are things which transcend mortality and make us aware that we are experiencing the divine. A line from the movie “Gladiator” sums it up: “I did not know men could build such things”. Perhaps now you get a glimpse into why I cried at “Ford vs Ferrari”, but not where you’d expect; no, I shed tears when they walked into the back room at Ferrari and I visualized the history that was swelling from there.

Many times, over the years, I’ve doubted. I’ve wondered if I could do it. It no longer represented “success” for me, as I’d matured beyond that marker. But rather, it begged the question “can you do it?” And, many times, My amazing wife has told me “do it”. Each time she has “given her approval”, I’ve reflected at how irrational and immature it is for me to want it, and I’ve backed-out. The last several times this has happened, I’ve been frustrated with myself, and I’ve asked myself why I feel like I don’t “deserve” it. This was the wrong question of course, as nobody “deserves” anything like this. The right question should’ve been “what will things look like when you’ll allow yourself to do this?”

Today I found out. Today I know what things will look like when it’s time. Make no mistake: I’m sensitive to the impracticality of the decision. I’m grateful to my wife who supports it and even encouraged it, once she got a glimpse of what it means to me. I’m humbled to arrive at this moment in time. I’m in awe at the workmanship of the factory, and of the previous owner who loved this car and cared for it to a standard I will endeavor to emulate. Today, all of my senses are heightened, and I’m made aware of the culmination of passion, and effort.

I’m telling you this story because there will be those who cannot understand; there will be those who will judge me. I hope that I can live the ownership experience with enough grace and humility that this judgement will be transitory. And I’m telling you this story because I want my smile to be infectious. I want to share joy, even though the car itself won’t have that effect on everyone else. Perhaps my belief in dreams that come true will spread to others. Maybe my appreciation for my wife’s support will extend to continued pampering of her.

Come; help me celebrate a dream. Let me take you for a ride, if you’re interested. Let me explain to you the history, or the tradition. I’ll tell you about Pininfarina, and Enzo, and Dino.

I’ll teach you some Italian words with a French accent.

Let me show my gratitude to the world for allowing me this honor.



And now, if you've been patient enough to read this far, maybe you understand the why.

[maytag]

[husker boxster]

You should never have to apologize for accomplishing a lifelong dream. From the pictures, it appears you'll always have a companion for those long runs to the grocery store.

[Racer Boy]

My buddy who has the 348 had a 308 (fly yellow!) before that. He said that when he got it, he just sat and stared at the keys for a while, he couldn't believe that he owned a Ferrari!

Congratulations again, that's a wicked car.