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  1. evil8

    RX-7 TurboII

    Underbody is rust free, only light surface rust on the pass rear quarter. No bubbles or penetration.
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    RX-7 TurboII

    http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/t2007.jpg?t=1228424875 http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/t2002.jpg?t=1228424689 http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/t2005.jpg?t=1228424754 http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/t2006.jpg?t=1228424809 http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/t2004.jpg?t=1228424839
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    RX-7 TurboII

    Bellbrook Ohio, which is in the burbs of Dayton.
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    RX-7 TurboII

    The Hypocrisy is even too much for me. http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/rx1.jpg?t=1228362776 1099.99 USD 99,989 miles It actually runs, but needs apex seals or a flux capacitor. Lets clear this up. I purchased this vehicle about 5 monthes ago for the purpose of swapping in "another" drivetrain, decided against this plan. This thing does start up and run, not all that well mind you, but it runs and drives. I believe that somehow, the indestructible Rotary engine has blown out an US sourced apex seal. Little vid of startup this morning: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsrolFVjrHE
  5. Me has shell. http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh152/evil8/rx1.jpg?t=1228362776
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    2003 Wrx $10,500

    I have taken pics yet cannot find my cable to download them. The further search will ensue tomorrow.
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    2003 Wrx $10,500

    The only major repair was the clutch that was completed last week. As far as a comprehensive maintenance log, I do not have one. The exhaust is the only mod. Are there any particular angles, or points of interest you would like with the pictures? LMK and I will snap em off.
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    2003 Wrx $10,500

    Too fast for me, I need something slower.
  9. HKS 3" downpipe, SRS 3" Catback, New Exedy clutch, 76000 miles http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq332/applianceslim/wrx1.jpg http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq332/applianceslim/wrx2.jpg http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq332/applianceslim/wrx4.jpg
  10. Unfortunately scrap prices are down. My first choice.
  11. Menage a trois in a Subaru, cheap and ugly.
  12. Tell him to meet you at the Columbus FBI office, for title and funds transfer.
  13. Driving a Ford requires a much larger box than that. Bump for a dedicated ford guy.
  14. Not as bad a loss as one would think, that car was only very nice, not super nice.
  15. Funny, I have had both of those LS6 versions.
  16. I ran SG/SC in the past and the index classes are notorious for finish line brake stomps. Not saying that is what happened here. Of all the crashes I have seen in those 2 classes, they have all been by the finish line.
  17. Much better than actually trying to pick girls up.
  18. evil8

    Lets bring hal back.

    Winner, not where I got it , but close enough.
  19. evil8

    Lets bring hal back.

    You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselfs in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
  20. evil8

    Cutco Knives

    WOW, you sold three knives already.
  21. The only time a woman is supposed to touch a gun is to clean it or load it. Back in the kitchen beeotch!
  22. evil8

    Boat crew

    Those are more of a river boat than a lake boat. Lakes build chop with use by other boats, and this style of boat is NOT stable in chop. If you have access to rivers, were all you have to worry about is the wake of barges and boats, go for it.
  23. If you don't want to repaint, Duct tape!!
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