Look at Switzerland; their neutrality is like a castrated stud in a sea of mares in heat; utterly pointless. Their claim to fame these days are banks, chocolates, and cuckoo clocks; all boring subjects. I suppose their geographical size has something to do with it. Nevertheless, this brings me neatly to my point. Strosek.
"But I'll pretend to have my testicles removed for a moment and venture so far as to say that this 928 you see here will be viewed as historically important..."
But someone should have explained to Vittorio (Strosek's first name) that choosing to focus in aerodynamics doesn't mean that design needs to be unpleasant to the eye. And I think he understood this in some levels but lost that notion somewhere as he finished penning a particular design. They all seem to have a pleasant start and almost always end in a violent butchery of the car's original lines. I could go on, but I'm a bit tired, hungry, and running low on wine.
To play devil's advocate, I'll pretend to have my testicles removed for a moment and venture so far as to say that this 928 you see here will be viewed as historically important, significant even, worthy of any Porschephile's collection. Because one day, when Strosek's designs slip just outside the radar, enthusiasts will begin to reconsider his work and embrace them as "period correct" examples of an era where most can blame the loss of their original liver and nasal cartilage on. It's those enthusiasts that will point out to the younger generations that Strosek's work was cutting edge, sophisticated, cool even, and strain between breaths drawn from tar impregnated lungs that they'd better buy as many of them as they can afford...because one day, they'll be worth A LOT of money.
And they'd be right.