Damn I love that car. Hate it with the roof up though. You can forgive the scuttle shake when the top is off, sun is shining, and some decent soul/reggae/punk comes on the radio. My glasses darken and my heart lightens I feel great. Shame it uses so much extra fuel and I have a knackered fuel gauge so I daren't do it too often.
Now I'm faced with that dilema.
1)Keep trying to sell it, get something "Sensible" to keep SWMBO happy, and TBH does make sense. 2)Forget sense, forget scuttle shake and forget I work in Manchester (where it rains every day), take one of the credit cards I worked so hard in completley clearing, and say to a garage, ring me if it is full. And get them to sort the fuel gauge, the roof skin and the windscreen surround.I hate loving cars. Why can't I be a happy Mondeo/Vectra/406 saloon guy, and quite blankly stare into space when someone says "what pressure should your tyres be?", and just gets in and drives and books it into the main dealer twice a year for its full dealer ripoff.