One day, my father followed hunch that led to a 900 km (560 mile), one-way train ride and—after being shown a dud—the car you see here.
It was a product of benign neglect: the engine was perfectly preserved, albeit not run in three years, the interior was intact, the chassis was great, and the paint was acceptable. My father set about cultivating a friendship with the seller, which meant the price softened to the point of purchase.
Yes, the GT needs constant care, but I am learning real driving, the kind my dad learned when he was my age: the engine roar, rear-wheel drive, double-clutch shifts…
Follow along with Davide’s GT Junior and their adventures together via his website, Project 105 and Instagram.
