Done and Done: Parting My Car.
01-02-2008 | 12:49 PM
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More Parts! Some of the parts in these pics are spoken for or paid. Please check back to the first post to see what is sold and what is still for sale.
Control arms do NOT come with the 968 castor blocks. Good ball joints (no boot tears).
Lug nuts do not come with the hubs.
I have beige carpet in OK condition, super clean beige door panels, porsche script handles, and anything in the door.
Those hood shocks.
SS brake lines have under 5k miles on them. Along with brake rotors (zimmerman xdrilled) and hawk HPS pads.
Purple glove is extra $$ and not included with the P/S rack/good tie rods.
Control arms do NOT come with the 968 castor blocks. Good ball joints (no boot tears).
Lug nuts do not come with the hubs.
I have beige carpet in OK condition, super clean beige door panels, porsche script handles, and anything in the door.
Those hood shocks.
SS brake lines have under 5k miles on them. Along with brake rotors (zimmerman xdrilled) and hawk HPS pads.
Purple glove is extra $$ and not included with the P/S rack/good tie rods.
01-02-2008 | 01:37 PM
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01-02-2008 | 01:45 PM
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Way back when, there was this certain crowd in highschool - the cheerleaders, the debutantes - the "high society" types. Their daddy's all bought them a new car each and every year - a Vette, a Mustang, maybe a Camaro or two - all sorts of different cars, all of it good machinery.
Now these ladies would just thrash the holy bejesus out of the cars (oh, yeah - with the help of their boyfriends) and then go back later in the year to their daddies and they'd **** and they’d moan and they’d whine to the daddies that the cars were "defective" or whatever. And thusly, they'd end up whining their ways into new cars. Every year. And then the ladies and their boyfriends would thrash the holy livin' bejesus out of those cars... on and on and on... An endless cycle.
The thing that really bothered me about this was that these ladies and their boyfriends had no idea what they were doing. Try to explain to them that hey were killin' a perfectly good piece of machinery and they'd just look at you with a blank stare. Those rich-bitches always got under my skin.
It's like trying to explain why you shouldn't steal to a sociopath... which is to say useless.
I always did wonder where all those good folks went after highschool. Now I know…
01-02-2008 | 02:01 PM
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Now I remember what it is I disliked about this place, and why I never came here.
Way back when, there was this certain crowd in highschool - the cheerleaders, the debutantes - the "high society" types. Their daddy's all bought them a new car each and every year - a Vette, a Mustang, maybe a Camaro or two - all sorts of different cars, all of it good machinery.
Now these ladies would just thrash the holy bejesus out of the cars (oh, yeah - with the help of their boyfriends) and then go back later in the year to their daddies and they'd **** and they’d moan and they’d whine to the daddies that the cars were "defective" or whatever. And thusly, they'd end up whining their ways into new cars. Every year. And then the ladies and their boyfriends would thrash the holy livin' bejesus out of those cars... on and on and on... An endless cycle.
The thing that really bothered me about this was that these ladies and their boyfriends had no idea what they were doing. Try to explain to them that hey were killin' a perfectly good piece of machinery and they'd just look at you with a blank stare. Those rich-bitches always got under my skin.
It's like trying to explain why you shouldn't steal to a sociopath... which is to say useless.
I always did wonder where all those good folks went after highschool. Now I know…
Way back when, there was this certain crowd in highschool - the cheerleaders, the debutantes - the "high society" types. Their daddy's all bought them a new car each and every year - a Vette, a Mustang, maybe a Camaro or two - all sorts of different cars, all of it good machinery.
Now these ladies would just thrash the holy bejesus out of the cars (oh, yeah - with the help of their boyfriends) and then go back later in the year to their daddies and they'd **** and they’d moan and they’d whine to the daddies that the cars were "defective" or whatever. And thusly, they'd end up whining their ways into new cars. Every year. And then the ladies and their boyfriends would thrash the holy livin' bejesus out of those cars... on and on and on... An endless cycle.
The thing that really bothered me about this was that these ladies and their boyfriends had no idea what they were doing. Try to explain to them that hey were killin' a perfectly good piece of machinery and they'd just look at you with a blank stare. Those rich-bitches always got under my skin.
It's like trying to explain why you shouldn't steal to a sociopath... which is to say useless.
I always did wonder where all those good folks went after highschool. Now I know…
I see your point, I would never do something like that, Damned DDP, is a freaking muderer that son of biach, killing that beautifull car.
DDP, you hear me you are a MURDERER.
01-03-2008 | 07:07 AM
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Now I remember what it is I disliked about this place, and why I never came here.
Way back when, there was this certain crowd in highschool - the cheerleaders, the debutantes - the "high society" types. Their daddy's all bought them a new car each and every year - a Vette, a Mustang, maybe a Camaro or two - all sorts of different cars, all of it good machinery.
Now these ladies would just thrash the holy bejesus out of the cars (oh, yeah - with the help of their boyfriends) and then go back later in the year to their daddies and they'd **** and they’d moan and they’d whine to the daddies that the cars were "defective" or whatever. And thusly, they'd end up whining their ways into new cars. Every year. And then the ladies and their boyfriends would thrash the holy livin' bejesus out of those cars... on and on and on... An endless cycle.
The thing that really bothered me about this was that these ladies and their boyfriends had no idea what they were doing. Try to explain to them that hey were killin' a perfectly good piece of machinery and they'd just look at you with a blank stare. Those rich-bitches always got under my skin.
It's like trying to explain why you shouldn't steal to a sociopath... which is to say useless.
I always did wonder where all those good folks went after highschool. Now I know…
Way back when, there was this certain crowd in highschool - the cheerleaders, the debutantes - the "high society" types. Their daddy's all bought them a new car each and every year - a Vette, a Mustang, maybe a Camaro or two - all sorts of different cars, all of it good machinery.
Now these ladies would just thrash the holy bejesus out of the cars (oh, yeah - with the help of their boyfriends) and then go back later in the year to their daddies and they'd **** and they’d moan and they’d whine to the daddies that the cars were "defective" or whatever. And thusly, they'd end up whining their ways into new cars. Every year. And then the ladies and their boyfriends would thrash the holy livin' bejesus out of those cars... on and on and on... An endless cycle.
The thing that really bothered me about this was that these ladies and their boyfriends had no idea what they were doing. Try to explain to them that hey were killin' a perfectly good piece of machinery and they'd just look at you with a blank stare. Those rich-bitches always got under my skin.
It's like trying to explain why you shouldn't steal to a sociopath... which is to say useless.
I always did wonder where all those good folks went after highschool. Now I know…
Now if you had any idea how much time, effort, sweat, money and tears I've put into this car. How much aggravation it's caused me, I think you'd understand what and why I'm doing this. There are a few ppl on this forum that know just how many hours I've spent on this project. To you, this is just a nice looking rare colored car. And you're angry I'm parting it. To me, this has been 4 years of wrenching/fun/learning. But it IS a car. And to add to that, it is MY car. So if I feel so inclined, I'll light it on fire, take a dump on the hood and toss it in a lake. You've gotta lighten up and not take things so seriously. Seriously.
So get over it.
If it makes you feel any better, the shell is going to help save a mint condition white Turbo S that was in a rear end wreck.