I know I've discussed these ad-nauseum but just read the ad: original owner and still on it's original clutch for under $1500. I've put my Mastercard in the freezer.
Audi 90:
Think of it as an all-wheel-drive Passat. Or don't. Either way, it's a VR6-powered rallycross giggle machine. Yes, the pearl white finish would make you look like a middle-aged German housewife but throwing gravel rooster-tails from all four Hankooks would make you look like Michele Mouton, who is neither German nor a housewife. Google her.
Grand Prix:
What kind of lunatic babies a brown-on-beige 79 Grand Prix? Probably the same kind who thinks it's cool enough to put in his blog. If it had the rare 4-speed manual, I'd go look but luckily for my marriage, it's an automatic.
Miata:
It's a chick car but I want it. These things make heros out of amateurs every weekend at autocross meets and track days. I'm guessing the suspension work and the LSD mean you'd be bumped up to STU class where you'd get your ass handed to you by STIs and EVOs but you'd be having more fun. Like wearing my wife's heels around the house, it would be fun on the weekends but not something I'd want to be seen in every day.
92 Roadmaster:
This is the first year this chassis came with the LT-1 Corvette engine. Imagine Dom Deluise on rocket skates. Ross Rocher Auto Sales in Stratford was kind (stupid) enough to loan me one to take to my high school prom. It handled like a waterbed on stilts but good lord, could that fat bastard boogie.
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