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I was about 12 years old when I saw my first McLaren F1. Saw, not as millions of others did from the cover of a Road & Track issue, but saw, as in hearing my father say, "Hey, what's that coming behind us?", turning around, and watching the blessed Messiah of all exotic cars pass our Mercury Sable and literally part the interstate traffic. We were mere miles from our home in Connecticut, and I was freaking out for another 20. No, Mom, that is not a kit car! It's the fastest production car on earth...
Wow! Pretty cool that he was able to just call up Herb (he has many dealership locations around Boston area) and not only check out, but go for a ride! HAWSEPOWAH.. damn boston accents