Why? Why not?
Every owner of one of these cabriolets has a story. Some stories are of youthful times when I had enough hair for the wind to flow through.
That’s not my story. I bought a 1960 Fiat 1200 for five hundred bucks from a friend of my ex-girlfriend.
I drove it home but the engine sputtered as I came to a rest in my driveway.
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