Just couldn’t miss mentioning one of my favourite song titles for this post on a recent 96 Club meet in Central London.
Glynsky duly attended with the 600 which, by wonderful coincidence, was joined by two other little Fiats
and the usual run of the mill stuff
and what is well on stream as a modern classic (Mme had one identical and it was a hoot – even after 13 years of ownership)
plus a rather OTT but beautiful Bentley
but the real star was a full roadgoing (he uses it almost every day except, for obvious reasons, if it rains))
Maserati 350S – the diametrically opposite to the Bentley in luxury
but all howling 3 1/2 litre lump.
The boot is a little restricted
but the best bit is the fuel gauge! He got fed up having to use a stick to measure the juice left so had this fitted. The real problem was that there was not enough room on the dash
Granted it is a replica – built in 1974 and from all original bits – but it has been his since 1969 and as far as the classic world is concerned the db’s. Love it.
Yours, diablog, wishing I was in Modena