I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car
A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time
I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime…
Excerpt from Red Barchetta by Rush

If you grew up in the Seventies, chances are that you grooved to Rush at some point or another. If you were a car nerd, the sound of Geddy Lee wailing about the magical Red Barchetta left you fantasizing about finding a crimson racer beneath the hay in a barn somewhere.
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