You don’t know $kay.
You don’t know $kay.
$kay is a woman.
I think you’re wrong on at least two counts there, buddy.
This is unprecedented.
I completely agree with what you said but I like to add that could change even sooner since DT seems to be a guy with no serious attachments/relationships at the moment, once that happens any and most wrenching on projects comes to an end.
Totally can relate. In my 20s and 30s, I’d drag my tools (and a heavy-ass jack) to the detached apartment complex garage Friday nights after work and wrench into the night, then go for a test drive of at least 2 hours. Now in my mid 40s, I say I’m going to work on the “project” and a year later I’ve still yet to begin.
I’ve owned all manner of shitboxes. Jaguars, SAABs, Volvos, Isuzus, Jeeps, Suzukis and many others from reputable marques that were just plain not that good. Probably 35 in total.
I find that as a person gets older, he generally starts preferring to buy less problematic cars. I give David Tracy 20 years before he purchases a car that he can bring home without a tow truck.
Conditional nice price, on the condition I am rich AF and need a good troll-mobile. Otherwise, hell no. It did make me laugh on a Monday morning, so that’s good.
If the price were under 3 grand I would completely buy this for comedy purposes.
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