The dice have been cast. In the last 4 weeks during which I was trying to get a V8, at least 5 people tried to sell me trash, and 4 lied to me about the history and condition of the cars they were selling.
The Chevelle owner tried to sell me a clone and did not admit it when I pointed out that the VIN was a fake and did not want to lower the price, so the deal fell through.
As Fortune has it, I received a call from a Simca-club friend who told me that one fo my dreamcars of all time was up for sale at a good price and in pristine condition, as well as the colour I always wanted (something I had given up on searching for, as all the good ones were in firm ownership and I did not want to have the hassle of restoring a lemon.
So without further ado, I present to you Jean-Pierre Beltoise’s brainchild: my almost brandnew Talbot Matra Murena 2.2 from 1982:
Now summer may come, I just need to grow me some sideburns and I will be ready to accomodate two slim ladies on the seats next to me, to celebrate the lingering 70’s spirit and 80’s bold style.