As you know I have an unhealthy relationship with the automobile. Specifically, my old cars. I buy them, and become bored, sell them and get a new machine. Then, like a High School kid, I look back, wondering if I wouldn't still be happy with my old flame(s).

The car pictured here is possibly my biggest regret. My first "performance" car was really just a sheep in wolf's clothing, but the turbo kicked in and made it fun to drive.

I stumbled across the VIN# the other day while cleaning out some old papers, and after that discovered a VIN# tracking page...sort of like Facebook for cars. I was able to track it's whereabouts, but only to a point. I fear it has been junked, and I may never be able to visit it again. But the memories remain.

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