She sits there, quietly. Ten cylinders emitting no noise. Soon enough dust to write “wash me”. I say “Hello, R8" every time I pass by, but never get a response.
To the owner’s credit I saw them take the car out even when snow first fell on the ground but maybe now the plan is to avoid salt. The right rear tire is flat so this car ain’t moving anywhere until that’s fixed. I also peeked inside the cabin: manual!