Ferrari 348 TS. A love affair intro

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I just couldn’t help myself…She was sitting with four flat tyres and an inch of dust, unloved in the back lot of a garage in Al Quoz. A straight, if slightly abused, metallic blue Ferrari 348 TS, with a cream interior and a mouldy tool kit. I had to have her.

After a quick check with Al Tayer to see if the car wasn’t hiding any dark secrets, the haggling began. The owner and I finally came to a deal, which involved me paying off the outstanding bill at the garage and sorting out the flat bed to get it home.

Worryingly, when the deal was finally done, I had paid just $7,625. What was I missing (apart from a brain according to my friends)? Why would someone just leave such a beautiful machine for dead? Maybe I’ll be finding the answer to that one out in the very near future. So far, the moral this story is ‘never wander around the back of nice garages and lift up car covers just for a peak’.


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