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 April 12, 2002
The first time I laid eyes on a Countach in high school, I knew it was love at first sight. Like how Richard Burton described Elizabeth Taylor as "unattainable", I knew it was wishful thinking at best but not entirely an impossibility. Life went on but the obsession lingered. But many years have passed and the Countach was aging. Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes of the Countach, the Diablo emerged and took its rightful place as the most exotic production car in the world. The love affair continued. On and off, I would be treated to rare glimpses. Once at the BCE Place as I was leaving Marche, a spectacular visual feast that can only be coveted by a Diablo with that inimitable Italian roar caught my eye. Not a moment too soon and she was gone leaving me to commit only to memory that stolen glance. I knew she was toying with me. Now, with the Diablo gracefully surrendering the things of youth, she paves the way for a younger and equally vibrant Murciélago. Unlike her predecessors, she exudes muted elegance betrayed only by sweeping air-ducts hinting on surging power lying underneath. Her allure is maddening. Ahhh....the saga continues. --- TheLoneRider
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