In todays things that just exist to kill you. When a 930 is just too pedestrian…
take something smaller the a Cobra and stick the same engine in it.
did a 0-60 in 3.2 in the 60’s…
the short wheelbase was of course painfully obvious when the rear end inevitably broke loose.
In further ways to ensure your demise a simple 12 gallon tank was built into extreme rear of the car to help weight balance and perfectly positioned to be broken when you backed into what ever was on the exit of the turn that you spun out on making it easier to cover you in gas and explode.
Few of the less 200 are left…
Going down the town high street this afternoon a modern Aston Martin drophead 4-seater goes by making a very distinct V12 noise. A man walking with two boys asks them what it was. A Porsche says one, a Maserati says the other. "How come I'm bringing up muppets?" says the man 😁
My boss asked if he could have a lift to his home about 6 miles away along some country lanes. My Elan S2 (not a pristine example ;-) did not have a passenger seat at the time due to battery problems - it's right behind the seat in an S2. "No problem" he said, he would sit on the floor, after all it was only a few miles. Not long after starting out we went over a little bridge where the exhaust normally touched, but this time with the added weight it came clean off at the manifold.
As it was only a few miles through the country the easy thing to do was to stuff the pipe down by his legs - after removing the hood of course to let it poke out the back - and drive gently to keep the noise down. "Err, OK" he said. Just as we started moving again it began to rain and I explained that as long as we kept moving fast enough the rain would go right over the top. He seemed resigned to this, but was obviously regretting letting his wife go off in their only car. Approaching the road where he lived he suddenly said "How about a drink at the pub just down the road?" Fine by me, so we carried on. After a couple I said that I needed to be gone and offered to drop him at his house as I passed by. "Oh no, you've done quite enough." was his response - he obviously preferred the half mile walk in the rain to the indignity of arriving with me in the Elan.
It cannot have done too much harm though, I worked for him again at another company later, by which time both our finances had improved & he was quite impressed by new Excel.
Hah, I was exploited as cheap labour!!