"My older brother still gets on my case about this car.
After owning a '65 Mustang fastback and '70 Cuda, he decides that he wants to go British. So, on a sunny afternoon in 1974 he says "Wanna go and look at cars with me?" Dumb question for a car-crazed teen. An hour later we were drooling over brand new TR6's and a slightly used GT6. Then the salesman showed him an X1/9. In red. Mid-engine. I'm immediately infatuated, while he mutters "Oh my God it looks like a little Ferrari."
Big brother was torn and pondered for days. Finally, in a completely unusual show of vulnerability, he asks me "Which one show I buy?" "Get the X1/9! I'll keep it washed and you can teach me to drive!" He smiles and agrees.
Well, that car was FUN, just like a big slot car, but it came with some annoying gremlins. Even so, he was so protective of it that my driving lessons were restricted to his g/f's seriously embarrassing Pinto. Then a year or two later he sold it to save money for their wedding (they…"
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