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1970s supercars

By Tim Pollard and Ben Oliver 10 July 2008 16:02 Supercars in the Seventies Lamborghini continued to define the supercar in the ’70s, building on the success of the dramatic Miura with the brutal and startling silhouette of the Countach. But Lambo’s nemesis Ferrari was never far behind, and the two Italian thoroughbreds dominated the market, with a succession of beautiful supercars throughout the decade. Despite the threat of the global oil crisis, the Germans started to muscle in on supercar territory with the rare BMW M1 and Porsche's upstart sports car, the 911 Turbo.Browse our GBU-style pick of the decade's landmarks below – and vote for your favourite supercar decade in our poll Make and model Year Price Engine 0-60mph Top speed 1973  £14,610   4390cc flat 12, 360bhp, 311lb ft   5.4sec  175mph For   Pininfarina's styling set the look for Ferraris until well  into the 1980s   Against   Ferrari's answer to the Miura arrived seven years late Verdict   A seminal Ferrari for styling and engineering, too often overlooked   Ferrari's first mid-engined V12 was good enough to stay in production for nine years, bridging the huge gap between the Sixties Daytona and the Testarossa of the Eighties Related Articles:    Other Ferrari stories    Make and model Year Price Engine 0-60mph Top speed Porsche 911 Turbo  1974 £14,749 2994cc flat six, 260bhp, 253lb ft 6.0sec 155mph For   The car that took the 911 into supercar territory; a legend was born Against   Everything you've heard about the handling of early cars is an  understatement.

Lotus Evora’s high profile waiting list

Lotus has certainly had its ups & downs over the years. Started and run by the legendary Colin Chapman, Lotus has always done its own thing – not always successfully, it has to be said. But the last few years has been something of a renaissance for Lotus, with the extremely able and agile Elise and its siblings selling well.

Mercedes B-class fuel-cell drivers tell all

We met in a Los Angeles gas station, directly under the landing lights of LAX's south runway, our conversation interrupted regularly by the Prattt & Whitney thrust of 757s and Super 80s. We could easily be the main characters in an espionage thriller, handing off secret documents at great personal risk. But we're not.