The long version

This is a childhood poster made real by someone with both the cash and the nerve, and the nerve part matters more than people expect: no traction control, no ABS on early cars, and sightlines that make parallel parking a spectator sport. Values have roughly tripled since the early 2000s trough, so a scrape now costs real money instead of just pride, and owners have adjusted their driving accordingly. It wears Garage Queen honestly: the fantasy was buying it, not necessarily using it, and the fragility gives everyone a ready-made excuse to leave it covered under a fitted car cover.