and my problem with that car was the foot control tunnel was too small for my big feet. I always thought you had to have dainty feet to properly drive that car.

My Maserati was indeed the Bi-Turbo. Going back and forth to Orlando I foolishly used to play the game of (no one passes me). I got stopped by the local gestapo in Lake Wales once, and I was lucky in getting a nice cop who said he was letting me go--because no one back at the station would know what a Maserati was and he didn't want to take the time to have to explain it to them. He did manage to put me in the class of true believers and to this date I don't go a mile over the speed limit in that town.

The Quattroporte was too big and bulky, it didn't give a good ride--but it would do 185 on the straight line. The Merak was tres cool. As you might infer, I am totally into cars-and have been for a long time. I have owned some of the greatest cars ever made, and have been privilidged to drive most of the rest.

Publius