My mother bought me some imitation sheepskin seat covers to hide the springs sticking up through the threadbare seats. I eventually sold it to a kid who loved it as much as I did. I miss it more than I miss my ex. There is something to be said for horsepower, which this car had more of than should be allowed under the U.S. Constitution. I'm not going to write some worshipful piece on the wonders of German craftsmanship.
German craftsmanship is expensive to repair.
Very, very expensive. The nice thing about this car was that it was my first convertible. I will never not own a convertible as long as I live. Maybe I will be buried in one. I eventually sold it when the engine started going south.