I bought a silver 2 Litre italian import off a shady street place in Munich 1983. She was pretty sick, but we managed to get her back onto her wheels. While that we found out she had been 'fitted' with all kinds of models GTV parts. Also an damperless exhaust system. People were sometimes counting down rallyelike at traffic lights. I was 19 years old and I will never forget the wonderful fragrance of the old interior, touch of the wooden wheel, form and breathing of the Bialbero and the brass we played all around the Lago di Garda. Like an italian Barone I felt. 🌻😊
