My little nephew came out from Brooklyn for the weekend before going off to spy camp in San Bernardino. He doesn't get out to L.A. much, but now at 13, he has a new-found fascination with cars.
I took him to Rodeo Drive so he could get some automotive eye-candy. Well, to say the least, he needed insulin only after two blocks.
He completely O.D.'d when we stepped inside the Ferrari/Maseratti Store on Wilshire and Canon Drive. There were about 15 F-cars inside there and a smattering of M-cars.
Here's my favorite that was inside the store (though this is an auto show photo):
They sell only gray market cars; so who knows where they've been and with whom. But still, they were nothing to sneeze at.
But priceless was the kid's face. It was
throughout the whole dealership. It reminded me of me when I was that age. Of course, now I know better and bought a Porsche...
