sold my 84 notchback for 2500.00 to a teenager. He was 19. Was getting divorced and it had to go or I'd have to split it with the cheating slut. My ex told me she wanted a divorce. I told my boss, and in a 30 minutes the car and my toolbox from home were at work on a trailer. Had a 351w "cheap" crate motor (around 7 grand all in) , every valvetrain part was comp cams, DUI ignition with fms wires, a turbocoupe rear with 373s, all the hoses underhood were synthetic blue, All AN fittings on the fuel lines (fricken 300 dollars just for the lines and fittings) with a holley pump and 750 carb, rpm manifold, polished aluminum valve covers, ford racing on the air cleaner and covers, a C4 with reverse valve body, B&M polished tranny cooler, (gotta have NPT to AN fittings on there, it was the only one I could get so I could use AN fittings on it) 3000 stall converter, hammer shifter, and a hitman nitrous system set to 100hp. deep cycle from a big rig in the trunk, with a shut off through the license plate. Had slicks and daytona electric blue paint, with plastic racing seats. Oh, and the exhaust was custom, cutouts welded in the bbk off road pipe,with Dr. Gas connectors and dynomax super turbo mufflers, Mac long tubes. It would flat rock and roll in any and all gears. I had just done the swap to an auto from another broken t5, and all it needed was 9 quarts of tranny fluid. I filled her up, backed her off the trailer, and ran the tank dry doing burnouts in the parking lot at work. Gave my boss and all my coworkers a ride. It weighed 2780lbs with me sitting in it. It was nice having a car that'd try and murder you when you drove it, like all the time. Now I drive a fiesta. My life sucks now. When I think about my old car whilst driving this fiesta, I want to drive into a bridge abutment. Goddamn fiesta would probably just set off the air bags and crumple and I'd live anyway. Fuck my life.