Originally Posted by MitzMN

You lucky dawg. I had the most beautiful gun metal blue, five speed turbo with T-tops. That car was just a scream and a dream. I loved taking the tops off and turning the tunes up as high as they'd go, hit that stiffer suspension button, and scream on down the windiest, hilliest road I could find (Highway 66), taking corners at the fastest I could take them. Upshifting to 4th on the straightaways, downshifting to 3rd around the corners, and winding it out again once I was through those was pure joy. I used to say it was better than sex and you didn't have to sleep on the wet spot.

I loved my 300zx turbo. I really miss my T-tops.

A story about my old Z and winter. One day I went to work with the Z and it started snowing, and it kept snowing, and snowing, and snowing all day. At 5:00, I went out to get into my car and the snow was higher than the bottom of the door. I crawled and prayed my way home, which was only a little over a mile, but it might as well have been 30 for how long it took me to get there. So I have alley access to my garage, and I'm in the middle of the block. The streets had been plowed once during the day, but the alley had not, and I just got bogged down about four houses way. There must have been 10 inches of snow. My brother and his friend had to come and take my little snowblower and clear the alley with that and push me into the garage.