Introduction

My fancy couldn't help being caught by a single-seater like March 711: my mind was shocked; I couldn't look away from that strange elliptic wing rising over the low and round nose, only supported by a slim small pillar. But what was there: a surf board? May be it was Montecarlo glamour, where for the first time I went near the car, but on it I would have seen well a pin-up girl being intent on dancing electronic rhythms. The English are much more self-controlled and cold in their irony; therefore they gave the strange creature nicknames such as: "coffee table" and "tea tray", which sounded as a harsh criticism. Nevertheless, ...

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