GB or GB?
GB or GB?
Cool car. I miss my Z3. This would be an upgrade to that and I’d love to have it. Sadly, it’s listed too much. Still I voted GB.
This is insanity. I bought an example every bit as nice as this for $6200.
Waaaayyyy TOO MUCH! My daughter and her husband bought one — an Alpine model — for half this much last year. And we’ve looked at them in the $7 to $10K range for ourselves, just haven’t pulled the trigger yet.
It’s all about trying to price you out of owning the cars by having to pay to have them fixed and tagged.
Props to whoever built this, as damn but it looks real . . . at least from 10 feet away.
Not sure why anyone would ruin a perfectly good MR2 to build....this.
OT rant here. Just tried to read an article from yesterday about some poor sap who bought 9 junked cars while living woth an HOA.
Coming soon to a rear view mirror near you
While I appreciate the sentiment, full sized trucks from the early 00s can be had for $2500 all day, every day, in satisfactory condition. Heck, I had to let a good condition F150 go for $1k because nobody wanted it.
If it had 4x4, it’d be a good deal but I don’t think the owner could be talked down to $4k, which is what I think this one is worth.
powerhouse that has dominated the off-road world for decades
Untill he comes home one day and she says she sold it for 1,500.
It’s not brown and it’s not diesel. CP.
This is a nice car, someone should want it, but not for nearly $8k. This dude is definitely playing the game where you “sell” your car so that no one buys it.
My guess is that they’ll use something based on a late-model stock car, which is dirt simple any easy to repair.
Years ago, when ESPN had more than football, they actually had Friday night Midget racing. I loved it.
Robby Gordon started something like this about 8 years ago and it’s a crowd pleaser.
Kevin Ward killed Kevin Ward. If you get high and walk out onto a hot track, that’s about what you get. Stewart didn’t kill anyone. He was driving his car on a track when a hot head charged him on foot.
Walk onto a racetrack and throw your hands at a car. You get what you get, chief.