I can relate. As a 12 year old, Mario would detour past his beloved coupe to stare loveingly. As a 31 year old, during many of my twice-weekly visits to my beloved mechanic's shop, I would sit in the one e9 and two Gullwings he serviced. Just sit and swoon.
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