I had the pleasure to drive a Pantera early in my banking career when we liquidated a guy who restored specialty cars (drove a Rolls, Mercedes Limo and all kinds of other cool stuff too). The Pantera was definetly the hottest ride of the bunch. I took the long way back to the bank and was sitting at a stop light feeling very spiffy trying to look like it was my ride and I was totally oblivious to how cool it was. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed two babes waiting at the light next to me pointing and looking at the car. I slowly, nonchalantly, turned to look their way precedent to trying to make the Mr. Clean move. One of them was saying something (she was really cute) which I couldn't hear over the engine and I seem to recall something funky about opening the window. As I grinned and nodded, I noticed they weren't pointing at they car in general and, in fact, she was pantomiming something with her hands. I looked back at them now totally baffled. I finally swivleed my head around enough to note that the entire engine cover (the whole back deck of the car) was open and sticking up at a 90 degree angle to the rest of the car. They drove away and I slowly pulled off the main street to close the engine cover. I went back to the bank and drove the Buick Diesel that my dad had given me to lunch.
