Well, the time has come for me to sell my semi-famous historic vintage race car. It has raced *tens* of miles at such locations like Sebring and the grand Daytona International Speedway™. So why do I have it? I have no self control. This is a 1988 Nissan 300ZX, dawning the classic colors of bright obnoxious blue and bling-bling gold, harkening back to the lost era of the early 2000s. Built by the renown race shop at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University by random pilot students who haven’t ever touched a screwdriver, this monster of a race car has carried the previous to Champcar fame. After suffering a catastrophic wreck while battling for position, I had the pleasure (curse) of purchasing it.

Somehow, the prior owners managed to smash the windshield, perhaps by sitting on it, so I made the 20 minute trek home windshield-less in a straight-piped race car. Only dying on me once, it made its way into the backyard of a friend, where it would sit for years…

2 and a half years later, the car had stopped starting, had it’s own biospheres and smelled like a homeless man took a piss and used the air filter as a urinal cake. (Monty’s note: the car was left outside over like two or three hurricanes). Well, it was time to get rid of it. After being on Facebook Marketplace for a few weeks, I got a bite. Thankfully, as I would find out, it would be going to much more responsible adults with capital to actually spend on this hunk of metal.

And just like that, the famed historic race car would go onto another life. After being its caretaker for a while, I feel like I let it down. I drove it once, and ever since then it remained dead and unmoving. However, it was still cool to say I owned this piece of crap. I hope the next owners do it justice, it deserves it.