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WHen I got the Porsche bug, I missed out on the first car I wanted, and wound up buying a clean 928. Just as I was going out to look at it, this old hag with hair on her face came up to me and said '' Beware the Ides of March.''. I should have listened.
I learned to utter ''Et tu ?'' while being stabbed in the back by yet another 928 ''expert''.
When I bought my last one, a lady arose from a lake dressed in shimmering cloth made of silk and gold. She said ''Behold, I bring forth unto you Excaliber, never touched by hands impure.'' In her hand was a mighty key, emblazoned with a noble crest. She beconed me toward a fine Automobile, that was at one moment blue, the next second plumb, and in the right sunlight a brilliant glowing purple. It was parked in a field filled with brand new GT3s and Aston Martins, I kid you not.
It did not look out of place at all.
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