For me, the car above has some special significance. Way back in 1984, at the ripe old age of 17 I went to the World Sports Car 24 hour race at Mosport. For some reason, of all the incredible cars there that weekend this black BMW M1 stuck with me more than any other. Maybe it was the fact that it was a locally owned car, or maybe it was the high pitched wail the car made at speed. Either way, I never forgot it. Marcus Glarner never forgot it either.
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