Yesterday was my 40th Birthday. It is a time of reflection on what's really important in life. So I'm going to review my cars and motorcycles from the very beginning. The beginning, being when my license was issued of course.
For my 16th Birthday I inherited mom's light blue Pontiac Sunbird. Don't laugh, it had the 6 cylinder. The pizza deliver profession enabled me to spend quality time with that car. At around 17 or 18 my grandfather got in an argument with the Nissan dealer about the value of his trade, so I received a 1986 Nissan Pickup. Some stripes, Alpine, CB radio and a tonneau cover and I was off and running.
|Actually, my Nissan didn't look half bad. But, I'd have to get off the couch to scan a picture.|
|Mine wasn't quite this cool, but it is in my memory. Funny how that works.|
Muffler fell off, so I didn't have to ring my girlfriends doorbell, just rev a few times.
|I can't say a bad thing about my truty Nissan. Eventually I sold it to my brother,|
he promptly got into an accident that funded a month long trip to Italy..
|Exactly like mine, only a bigger motor, better wheels, better brakes, wider fenders,|
better paint and more decent interior. But otherwise
exactly the same.
|around this time, the cobra project was underway.|
|File photo. What did you expect? Nobody takes pictures of their Golf.|
Electrical problems ruined the dream, sudden unexplained horn blasts were embarrasing.
I spent lots of money, at least in trade. Sourced parts from here and there and ended up with a relatively acceptable 1986 Saleen. Looking at old pictures, I still like the shape of them. Seats and shifter positions in these cars really needed help though. Mustangs are money pits, and too many cool things are available. All the opportunities were driving me mad.
|This is pretty much what my '86 Saleen looked like after I was done. |
My wife had to put a sports bra on just to ride in that car. Okay, so I exagerate just a little
|This sums up why I wanted this car. And why I miss it too.|
As a convertible it taught me that squeaks and rattles bother me alot.
I worked 2 miles from my home, so the M3 spend a lot of time in the garage. I actually earned a little selling that car because my wife found it in California for a great deal, but that's another story.
I found the Suzuki imperfect for my new life passenger, Catherine. So I sold it and bought a Honda V-Magna. That Magna bored me almost instantly so I sold it and ended up with a Triumph Speed Triple. It was lightning fast so I sold it before killing myself and bought a basket cast Ducati Monster 900. That Ducati proved to be a money pit, but ended up a respectable machine.
|one thing stayed constant most of my life. my interest in the shelby cobra|
|It was a bitch loading the motorcycles into my F150, I should have bought a 2WD.|
|This is a pic from the day I bought it. I was stupd to sell it, I know.|
Buying the C2S hasn't stopped the pain. Who says stupid doesn't hurt?
|I didn't even keep the E46 long enough to get good pictures. Brilliant eh?|
Keeping those 19" CSL wheels scratch free was an exercise in futility.
|In an attempt to increase my payload and lower my payments. |
I ended up with this for a mere $6,000 more than the M3. Smart.