The throaty growl of that big engine built inside gleaming mahogany, rich leather, chrome trim. Leather padded seats displayed movie stars trying out the new bikini fashions. Husband number 3, 4, or 5 behind the wheel, decked out in spotless captain’s finery. No Coast Guard was able to overtake these sleek twin-engine torpedo shaped racers. The curves, the looks, the excitement, the opulence…
