I could go into the details of which you aren't familiar with in order to better explain why it looked like that during resto, but nah. You're a delight.

"seen here mid restoration"

Ugh.

I rather like the one on my '79 RX-7, seen here mid-restoration.

Spun the front wheels of a 1989 Tercel to an indicated 90 MPH while stationary on ice. Should those bicycle tires suddenly have gained traction it would have scattered the cabin—and me—with high velocity three-speed slushbox parts.

This works for me. STI motor, 5-speed, safer than a Volvo.

Just call it a longhood 911S and sell it for $80k under the banner "great restoration candidate".

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Best taste in the industry. I say that because that's all the weirdo shit I'd buy if I was in the position.

For years they will tease a gorgeous design study. The finalized production version will look damn near as good. The media and enthusiasts will drool.

Then it'll be released with half-baked tuning and handle like a shed on wheels.

This is the Alfa way.

I don't know.

I'm in San Diego, it's not cheap.

I know a guy who runs an F355 for the cost of gas and wearables. He's a master tech, mind you, and does all his work off-hours on the boss' lift. He makes about $80k a year I gather.

All you need to read.

Tacky car is tacky.

Find me a good NSX for under $20k and I will go buy it now.

Tampa Bay is a plastic pill town for evertan retirees, hillbillies, McMansion enthusiasts, and is literally the worst place I have ever been. Detroit has seen better days but has more soul and history than that humid, dank, city-sized strip club/strip mall/prescription pill paradise will ever have.

Somehow rotary horses are more powerful than reciprocating horses. My '79 SA22C punches far above its weight, too.