Most people would call them "dream cars" the reality is, they just aren't.
You can't get inside them because they're small and too low, you can't get out without being a gymnastic and you always look silly trying to.
You can't see out the back to reverse or park and you can't leave it parked anywhere without having it being drooled on and scratched.
Any paint job, nut, bolt or replacement part costs an arm and a leg. You can't take any shopping in one because there isn't room for anything, hell, not even room for your legs. You can't go over speed bumps or you'll scratch the nose, and as for the insurance, that's just ridiculous.
All of this means the natural habitat for a sports car is on the garage under a cloth, and on the day comes that you wanna go take it out to get your significant other to the opera, the battery will be flat...
So for a road trip, forget about it, specially one you're spouse to take your time an enjoy.
With this in mind, I went back to basics. When I think about road trips, I think North America, and their classic 60~70's cars.
Because I was still not really sure which one to take, I've decided to go for a walk and while I was on it, I've found this:
Now most people would keep walking but if that's just surface rust, you can bring it back up from scratch, even if it's missing a door, and a seat, and a wheel, and the tail gate...
And the whole engine...
But no matter, nothing a shopping trip can't produce, and with a bit of spit, polish and some elbow grease this thing will be brought back to life in an undisclosed amount of time by an undisclosed amount of people...
The only thing there is left to do now is get it on the work shop, and cue the A-Team theme music!
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