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e30 to FRS
I was getting tired of the more or less monthly trips to the shop (I sadly don't have time or space to do my own work), but couldn't stomach the weight and feature bloat that all new cars seem to have. With my lovely spousal unit only stipulating that I couldn't get a Cadillac (years of empty threats pay off!), I went looking. I had tested a 335d (torques!, but too grown up for me) and an Abarth (hilarious, and awesome but, well, too juvenile) as bookends to the search and so I wouldn't have any doubts. Finally went with the FRS over the BRZ because less is more.
The e30 is a sweet, sweet ride and if I had the time to work on it I can't imagine getting rid of it, but, I also like, in no particular order: staying completely dry, even in the heaviest rain ('vert top is tight, but they _all_ leak in enough weather); a quartet of thumps rather than a symphony of squeaks, rattles, thumps and that graanch of old bushings under stress; a manual transmission (hey, the e30 was a hand me down, I wasn't complaining); and the security of a more or less known monthly cost.
Just finished day 3, mile 200, and eagerly awaiting mile 1,000.
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