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voices call out that it's not art, it is art, the artist is a wasteful cunt...had it been a MK I Golf, a Twingo, or a Caravan, I doubt these outcries would have resonated as much. 

I don't know who the artist is, I don't really care. what I can say in simple terms is that art of any kind is an interpretation of thoughts deep within one's psyche. the artist is capable of manifesting these thoughts in their chosen medium be it paint, ink, performance, or sculpture to make a statement that raises some kind of social awareness. the statement succeeds when the audience is prodded to feel anger, sadness, joy, or indifference.

go beyond the predictable feelings and ask not why this 911 was sacrificed, but why was its oil and coolant ceremoniously displayed in a blown glass vessel next to it? 


that's deep.
 
 

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to the curious, the uninformed, and the experienced. few have seen or failed to make the association between the Miura and the 968's headlamp design. fewer still have seen how they work. when you watch the videos, consider their nationality's design philosophy. 

the slow, seductive movement of the Italian so fluid and smooth looking almost as if it's on the verge of breaking down contrasts the German's quick and precise movement promising to be forever robust and reliable.

you're forgiven in thinking the 968's design is original; nearly 30 years apart, it's understandable.
 
 

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I give enthusiasts like the owner of this little wedge a close-fisted thump on the chest for undertaking such an enormous project. watching the transformation of a forlorn '24 to this has to be one of the most motivating ways of finding your own and doing the same. good on 'em I say.

 
 

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Leigh Achterberg and Greg Fitzgerald in their 1982 Porsche 944 at Targa Tasmania 2013. first year 944 sounding very Italian gliding through the curves...it's inspirational and intoxicating.
 
 

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I never dug Motorweek's reviews; I always found them dry and lacking in flavor like a Matzoh cracker slathered with unsalted butter. but if you can tune out the announcer's unenthusiastic voice and focus on the goods, you'll find that these reviews offer rare glimpses of cars like this 968 in ways magazines simply can't.

well done, I say...the tingle in my berries confirmed it.