When I was 18 I specifically remember seeing a commercial where a silver car is being unloaded at a dock. Then a typewriter slams down a simple......Z. From that moment I was in love (lust). So I drooled & whined everytime I saw a z32 drive down the street & I wasn't in one. I got married, had a kid & got a good job. I was ready to get the Z. Problem? I married a psychotic bitch. No, really she was! She botched my credit so bad & nearly destroyed my dream. I kicked her out, got full custody of my son & worked for the next 2 years to fix my credit. One day I'm on my computer at work & I find a Z on yahoo that is everything I've ever wanted. Black 1995 300zx twin turbo. I'm in Colorado & it's in California. Within a week I'm in California too. I drive straight there with only a 2 hour stop in Vegas & buy it. It is everything I thought it would be over the past 10 years & more. The first gas station I stop at this guy runs across a very busy street just to say "Damn bro, that is one badassed mother f**kin ride." Aside from when my son was born, I can't remember a happier day in my life. Since then I've gotten a ton of those "badass ride" comments but they never get old. Can I get an amen?
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My z story. Long so read when you are bored! - dallaz19:40:32 02/27/01