This is my 1976 Scirocco, and the photo was taken in October of '77 about 20 miles from Mosport Park, Ontario, on our way to the 1977 Canadian Grand Prix. That's me behind the wheel.
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I don't practice llanteria
my old 1976 Pontial Grand Le Mans:
I love cars, but the problem is they are like schroedinger's hobby. They're always in a quantum superstate of being both awesome and a huge waste of time and money... until observation momentarily forces them into one state or another.