Minivansomeren
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Interesting list. I know his restomod isn’t to everybody’s taste, but we can add Robert Downey Jr to the list. It’s at least good to see a new generation of celebrities embracing these cars!
Yeah, but as others have said, if you gotta live with LA traffic maybe the auto isn’t a bad idea?There are many details to dislike on that build, but an S38 coupled to a 4 gear automatic transmission just makes me cry...
Don't get me wrong - I am absolutly open for automatic transmissions (the 5HP19 in a 330 is OK'ish with the Alpina flash, starting with the 8HPxx it becomes fun and a PDK is killer even on the track) - but my brain cannot align the characteristics of an S38 with a 4-gear automatic... Use the mighty low-rpm torque of the S38 for cruising? Maybe they completely changed the characteristics of engine and gearbox...Yeah, but as others have said, if you gotta live with LA traffic maybe the auto isn’t a bad idea?
Twiggy?Ian McLagan (Small Faces / Faces / Sticky Fingers) pictured with his coupe in 1972 - in period correct fashion !
Not sure what model it was though
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How can somebody dressed like that… choose such a timelessly classy car?Ian McLagan (Small Faces / Faces / Sticky Fingers) pictured with his coupe in 1972 - in period correct fashion !
Not sure what model it was though
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As somebody who was a teenager in the 70s and with that car having a 1973 license plate, when I was 14. 1973 was the year, I first remember seeing and loving E9s, I can still visualise it on the Kings Rd in London with an L plate.How can somebody dressed like that… choose such a timelessly classy car?
I’m surprised he didn’t import a Cadillac or something wild and over the top.
Almost sounds like a punk band outfit from the '80'sWith you all the way Pete. Let's go back even further, the late 50's. And let me describe the outfit of my dreams that I and my high school buddies would actually don with great puffed up Pride. No, not that Pride.
Black, spit-shined pointy shoes(we had a nasty name for them that I will only repeat in a PM, with embarrasment), black pegged pants(they tightened as they went down) with white saddle stitching on the outside seams, a pinker than pink sports jacket, a skinny black nubby tie, a blazing white shirt and half a bottle of "Stickum" in my long curly, duck-tail styled hair. My mother would dip the comb in the bottle and style away. She was the best Mom ever.
Don't get me started about the music, the alcohol and the girls. And yes, we were teenagers in love. No regrets, no remorse, just nostalgia now for that long ago time.