An epic adventure, it would seem, initially expected to satisfy with the delight of close encounters of the third (automotive) kind in the home of noble thoroughbreds, yet leaves you longing, still, for something more, and questioning all that has been since.

We read along, hoping to somehow experience your Odyssey vicariously, the would-be collector inside leaping at the screen to absorb every syllable and pixel detailing this gratuitous event. Still, we find ourselves wanting in the end. Certainly not to the degree as yourselves, having actually been there and experienced it first hand (I assume the depression is directly proportionate to the high), but the passion comes through in print and the call to put the past behind us, to give up trying to improve upon perfection in a world bereft of craftsmanship and automotive soul, is jarring, yet gentle. Thank you.

“Scagli­etti did not dream of horse-​driven carriages.” God, that’s just brilliant, man.