Imagine buying an exotic 1950s Italian sports car only to learn upon delivery that it isn’t the car you paid for.
Thus begins the saga of the Rocco Motto-bodied Nardi that my dear friend Mr. Vino thought he’d purchased in 2001. For those unfamiliar, Vino is a connoisseur of fine wine, one woman (his lovely wife), and European sports cars with racing history. No one in the car hobby is immune to the catastrophic disappointment associated with a deal gone bad, so it’s easy to understand Mr. Vino’s confusion when the car rolled off the trailer and he got an unexpected shock.
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