Well it took me 31 years to get onto the track despite a lifelong love of cars.
And I do love this car. I had been looking at NBs and was test driving them and even bacame a member of MT.net before getting the Volkswagen bug, literally. Then I met my now wife and her mum had a little yellow mx5 which she sold to her son. The car deteriorated until it finally came to rest in my backyard. Eventually I thought I should kick it over as it had wot for a few months and not surprisingly the battery was flat.
I jumped it and took it to the servo for some air (tyres between 7-20psi) and washed the windows inside and out with the squidgy. A quick lap around the backstreets and I was pleasantly surprised by it but parked it back in the yard and thought nothing more of it other than I should drive it to work once a fortnight to keep it happy.
So I climb behind the grotty steering wheel one morning and peer through the layers of burger and coke at the tachometer as it dances around on my 6:15am late for work dash.
I have a smile on my face all day. I no longer miss my Supermotard. When I get home I ask my wife if she would like to adopt it and she cautiously agrees.
Every panel was dented except for the headlight lids.
I spent many nights popping out the dings and scrubbing the thing clean.
I think the ashtray took me three hours.
The soft top had just been replaced after someone had taken to it with a knife in perth one night and he had just spent over $600 on the brakes.
We negotiated a fair price and I took possession of 'Malcolm' (in hindsight I possibly paid a little too much).
