Originally Posted by nr7

That, unfortunately, is not cause of my current chagrin. I figured out that I had the "top-hatch fifth-bow smack" (that plagues EVERYONE) much earlier, shortly after dealing with the realization that she couldn't handle a spirited gallop from the valley up to the ski resorts in 45 F-degree weather without nearly shutting down due to oil cooking. The dozens upon dozens more hours searching, fretting and frustration about the bow-5 design cluster-f*** led me to per chance upon a convertible "top whisperer" in San Diego for whose attention I under took a 14 hour drive and 3 day's hotel stay in an attempt to preemptively stave off that disaster in the offing.

I'll share this wondrous Top Guru's coordinates and digits after I get a little less mad at my obstreperous, she-devil's current recalcitrant antics.



I am currently dealing with "slave disintegration syndrome." The previous owner said he had replaced the clutch with a "competition clutch and billet flywheel" at 15k mi., so I accidentally assumed that I might elude that multi-thousand dollar cluster ****, but as goes it with being owned by this bitch, bend over.

I've somehow learned to live (beaten dog style) with the $1000+ cash hemorrhages this doxie demands, but spending a week in this hellish sweat box, assuming I can find someone willing to work on her, is more than I can bear. The 5 day layover in Memphis was as much as I could tolerate, it's just getting as to where it's not any fun anymore.

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