well.. that’s just my opinion of course… that statement would also be highly dismissive of the super sexy caboose of the 1982 Porche 928.

Spring is on us and the guys have “the fever” big-time… They’ve already clocked hours outside pulling back mulch, finding stuff that’s coming up already and cleaning up from winter.

My biggest to-do for yard clean up has been assigned to me: “Please get the pseudo-derelict vee-dubya OUT of street in front of our house and returned it to it’s rightful owner.”

wah… I don’t wanna.

It’s Woofer’s Corroado which was struck from behind a while back… The damage isn’t very obvious to the naked eye – but apparently was enough to total the car completely.

He got a new car but kept his baby around…. till I assume his husband bitched long and hard enough for him to “Please get the pseudo-derelict vee-dubya OUT of street in front of our house.:

In one of the more thoughtful gestures I’ve been on the receiving end in quite some time – he brought it over for me to play with knowing that this side of a DMC-12 – The VW Coroado is my end-all-be-all teenage dream car.

The sweet-sweet sixteen-year old is pretty ate up:

Passenger side door handle doesn’t work.
Auto seatbelt (remember those?) – don’t work
Leaks gas
Frame is bent
ABS brakes malfunctioning
Trunk doesn’t close
The back spoiler doesn’t go up and down anymore.
Ignition assembly is broke (a bypass is installed and you have to start it with a little tool thingie that you stick into a little jack and turn).

Regardless… On the nice weekend days I’ve taken her out… windows down… sunroof open, (iPod jacked into the tape cassette player chock-full-o 80’s play lists) – I can’t break the ear-to-ear smile on my face.

In those moments – it “is” 1990 again… I’m between high-school and college and haven’t got a friggin care in the world.

I guess I’ll get around to taking it back sometime this week providing I don’t find something else oh look a chicken.