Yeah, so the MR2 is back up for sale now with an asking price of 4500. It's low but at this point, paying insurance on a car i don't drive is hurting more and i just want her out of here and the suffering to be over.
Ever since i bought the car five years ago, it's been a love-hate relationship. At first everything was peachy and great, and then six months into ownership, i pulled a newbie mistake and broke the car after some maintenence and improper reassembly. An engine drop/ tranny swap and timing belt job ensued. Ever since then the experience went downhill for me.
It never misbehaved for anyone else, just me
Sure, we had great times, won a few autocrosses, had fun at LVD and were the center of attention wherever we went. I loved it and i loved showing her off. She's a rare bird and deserves more than i'm able to give her at this point. Unfortunately for me, she's also brought terrible karma. Drained bank account, physical pain, endless afternoons cursing at her, occasionally doing something or breaking something unexpected, the leakage, the impracticality of driving a midengine turbo RWD coupe as a daily driver, trying to stuff luggage into it and worrying about how much snow is going to fall on the next storm.
It just wore on me eventually. The car is a wonderful, vicious little beast in the hands of an experienced driver, but in my opinion it would do best as a project car or secondary car. Something that can sit in a garage on jackstands for a few days while the owner lazily fixes something or installs mods, without having to worry about reassembling it in time for the drive to work.
It's always given me a MASSIVE smile as it rumbles to life and i bring it out onto a highway and whack the throttle open. I will always miss that WOT sound down 787 next to the jersey barriers, the hiss as the turbocharger crams air onboard, the baritone wail of the exhaust reverberating off solid walls and coming back at me in a melodious assault. The MR2 was jazz music under pressure. It was my little haven. It gave me solitude, freedom and power. I treasure it for what it truly is - a gift from Toyota to free the everyman from his worries. I know now why people purchase ferraris and other exotics. I know what it feels like to drive a car that's every bit the same pedigree. It's been a wonderful feeling to have a weapon that can slay giants, without being a giant.
And when she's gone, despite my protests, cynical outbursts or other ways to lessen the hurt, I will miss her.