One of the two important things was about my sweet 550. The other was the beginning deathwatch of my mother-in-law.
Today, I found out my sweet little thing has had a very bad time in the front end of my car. The frond bumper has been replaced. The frame was blended and the various front things do not fit right. SHIT.
Ferrari of Orange, who sold me the car, did not tell me about the problem. I was buying the finest car. I figured the dealership would be trueful. They did not tell me the front end had been hit.
CRAP.
My car cannot be a concourse car. Nuts. Even I can see the problems of the force. Square is not square. Ferrari of Orange tells me to pound sand. Yipes.
Do I need to buy another Maranello?
8)
12 cylinders or nothing
Today, I found out my sweet little thing has had a very bad time in the front end of my car. The frond bumper has been replaced. The frame was blended and the various front things do not fit right. SHIT.
Ferrari of Orange, who sold me the car, did not tell me about the problem. I was buying the finest car. I figured the dealership would be trueful. They did not tell me the front end had been hit.
CRAP.
My car cannot be a concourse car. Nuts. Even I can see the problems of the force. Square is not square. Ferrari of Orange tells me to pound sand. Yipes.
Do I need to buy another Maranello?
8)
12 cylinders or nothing