My kid's been asking after a car of his own for a while. It seemed a little cart before the horse, given that the older kid still doesn't have his license to begin with (and the notion was that they'd share the 2015 VW GTI), and that we've been working together slowly on a 1969 Datsun roadster.
BUT.
My friend talked to me one day at cars and coffee, and said that he was thinking of getting rid of his '85 MR2 because he had a newfound love of 1st gen RX7s and they "filled the same niche" in his collection. Now, the MR2 is on the very top of the kid's shortlist of cars to get.
SO.
I went and bought the thing. I paid a tiny bit above collector market, but in my defense, I still paid $5k less than what my friend has into it, and it came with everything, including the Toyota Big Green Book and wiring supplement, a spare decklid with spoiler, a spare transmission/diff, three gauge clusters, two HVAC heads, an entire spare set of brakes (in addition to the entirely new set on it), an entire spare set of shift cables (again, in addition to the new set on it), an entire spare set of clutch hydraulics (again...). There are 7 giant bins of spares that I have to make room in the attic for.
I scored bigtime on the delivery though - I managed to time it just right so that I was coming down the street as the two were coming home from school in the GTI. I dipped the flip-ups at them and Luca had to pull over until he could see through the tears.
Welcome Señor Dos, a very stock example of a 1985 Toyota MR2 non-supercharged, with a 5 speed transmission.
We paid the first of the previous owner taxes on it last Saturday when I pulled the old radio out of it and found that it'd been installed with wire nuts. Luca wanted a CD player, and the thing in the dash was an Alpine digital receiver (so, bluetooth, USB, and radio). We subharnessed it with some Deutsch connectors, so at least 43.957% less chance of catching fire.