I SUCCUMBED. OR, as younger people say, I caved. I’d been looking at my Phantom’s bodywork (the victim of a blow-over respray prior to my renewed ownership, after a white ‘wrap’ was removed) and alway

MY NAME IS Mark and I have a confession. I’ve never driven a Miura. Or, at least, until a couple of weeks ago I hadn’t. While that may seem like a ridiculously pretentious statement, as a time-served

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