One of my happiest childhood memories is the annual journey to italy for the summer holidays. Every year, after a very early start in the morning, my Dad used to make a coffebreak in the first roadside restaurant in italy, just beyond the border on an alpine pass. While he ordered coffee, I watched the cars passing by. And then it happened. It started with that very unique sound of a air-cooled flat six. So different than any other car. The acceleration seemed effortless when it drove past the window and I fell in love for the perfect car. The Porsche 911. Reimagined by Singer.
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