The colour and the styling are so very 1980s, a dab of excess with loud graphics trumpeting it’s identity to the world.
It’s a unique collision of Italian silhouette, interpreted styling and racecar pragmatism. The understated V8 growl from the rear mutters at passers by as it rolls to a stop.
Some may even call it crass, but there’s function in its form.
The 1980’s saw fortunes being made and lost as brash entrepreneurs and property magnates gambled and spent. And nowhere in Australia was this more so than in the state of Queensland, a place of sun drenched beaches and rapidly growing high-rise towers.
Time-shares and barely paid for Porsches and Ferraris’ rubbed shoulders on the shiny new promenades, along with Ray ban sunglasses, peroxide, skinny ties and pointy shoes.