Sir,
you have my most sincere and envy wrought congratulations.
You would appear to have been blessed with the finest garage this side of Brunei.
I doth my cap reverentially in your general direction.

On spying the pictures of said hallowed structure and the contents therein, I laughed like an idiot on methamphetamine, hardly believing the apparent mirage before me.

So traumatised was I, that I felt compelled to put pen to paper. Then thought f*ck that, the computer's easier.

The shock of seeing it in real life would surely be too much for the human mind to contemplate and would almost definitely result in shock/stroke, followed by, coma and possibly fatal collapse.

I would like to take this opportunity to praise you; not only for your exsquisite taste in automotive erotica, but also your superb ability to spend your apparently not insubstantial wealth on just the right things.

Whoever said 'the best things in life are free' was obviously a liar, a f*cking idiot, a complete mental, or totally unaware of the cost of an ex TC RS500.

However, please see fit to attach a health warning to the front of the building so as to prevent the potential shock related deaths of mere mortals with a penchant for rarer and finer examples of the blue oval's offspring.

Yours, with unbridled jealousy and undiluted envy,
SVM 286

P.S. If you were ever to find yourself tired with the effort of maintaining, running and owning any of these wild animals, and came over all charitable, I would be more than happy to relieve your burden and take charge of all owning and driving duties for a nominal fee.