My father owned a Gamma Coupe in 1978 and I still remember my astonishment when I first saw it get home through my bedroom's window. I just could see its endless front end in side view; I loved it forever. I still love it because it's got a muted elegance, a kind of subtle charm that don´t break necks but makes you admire and contemplate it. Of course, it was a mechanical nightmare and it suffered from blown head gaskets. For its looks (including its incredible rims); for being the first car that reached 200km/h on the clock with me in, and for its excellent dynamic comfort, it´s a SUB-ZERO.