"My mom worked with a woman whose husband had a black Countach. My dad died when I was 12 and she asked if there was anything she could do. I asked for pictures of the car and immediately had them blown up and put on my wall.
When her husband heard I'd done that, he called and asked if I'd like to go for a ride. It was a Sunday morning and I sat on the front steps of my house with my best friend waiting for the Lamborghini to arrive. Every time we heard a car coming, Greg would ask, "Is that…"
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