Scotty, and friends. I have a 1991, yes, I know it is really a 1990, Chrysler TC Maserati, smoke and…
Scotty, and friends. I have a 1991, yes, I know it is really a 1990, Chrysler TC Maserati, smoke and mirrors on that one. I know you hate them. but she is sweet, only 34K miles, red, with black leather interior. I am the original owner, so, say nothing about my age. Other than tires, belts, the obvious upkeep, the only thing I have had to do is a new motor for her hard/soft top and replace the air, as it was no longer an acceptable Freon option. All matching numbers, one of the opera windows has some moisture behind, and no one want to mess with that. But if she is out, she commands the looks, but I now live in the mountains, she is not a car for snow....who knew?Still original paint job, but then again I would not take her out if the weather predicted a possibility of rain, but must confess she was sprinkled on twice, I raced home, and my daughter and myself would sweep into the garage, with towels awaiting. I am very fond of her, but she is not a mountain car, except spring through fall, top down going down the Blue Ridge Parkway. My Labrador and I did that often. Winters she needs tucked in.
Part of the time I grew up in Downey Calif. my father was with N. American Aviation, later to oversee the building of the lunar mod. in Bethpage NY. I lived in the white Oldsmobile world, but at 6 we would go into the Hollywood car lots, and he would throw open the hood of cars, and tell me why A RR airplane engine was better than the truck engine, and why the truck engine was better than the car, and why the car engine was better than etc. any other car. I had nothing, but vowed to someday have a RR and a Maserati. Hey, our Oldsmobile, did not even have air. Well, I did get my Maserati, and then my two silver Spurs, one I hated, and it went back, and then I got Amelia, Embassy Black, long body, custom interior, not my design, but gorgeous, and loved her. Housing market crash. I guess I could have been selfish and kept her, but I had people depending on payroll, they had family, children, bills, I could not put my wants ahead of their needs, and had to let her go. She now lives in NJ. I used to go to the Concourse, in Amelia Island, hence her name. I am also an artist, and painted a good many oils of hood ornaments, all sold, and I do not come cheap.... HA HA, but can be had. My favorite car.... A Packard, most interesting....a Tucker, but my heart belonged to my Rolls, Amelia. I miss her. She did give, by selling her, time to get every employee a new job without skipping a beat. She worked with me, and I loved her. Debra