During my adulting I have had five pick ups, all Fords but one. Have now settle on a Nissan Frontier now that the kids are gone. A minivan and three SUVs for the family. Now a 2017 Jeep Cherokee. For Mrs Wink's commuter car, a rag top 1998 Mustang, convertible 2003 Mercedes CLK 430, a drop top 2012 Jaguar XK, and now a convertible 2019 Mercedes SLC 300. The XK was strikingly beautiful. Very fun to drive, but lived up to it's British heritage. The little SLC turbo four banger sounds like crap when it starts up. But select a sport mode that retunes the exhaust and it sounds as good as it drives. That little thing really moves out. Lots of fun. But the jewel in the Wink garage is a 1981 RX-7. I am the second owner. Highly modified. Lowered, stiffened, headers, Holly 4 barrel 500 cfm carb, high pressure fuel pump, relocated battery, stainless steal hoses, aluminum radiator, larger 626 front calipers and rotors, all emissions controls and the oil injection removed, 15" Panasport wheels with 205/50 meat. Nearly all badging removed. Original paint. Always garaged. It was 30 years old before it was driven in the rain. Got caught in a quickly developing summer storm driving home after an autocross event.
One day during an autocross race we heard the unmistakable sound of a Wankel over the fence on the road course. Turns out it was a race day for a local amateur race club. There was a large stable of RX-7s running in a modified stock class . We drove over and all the RX-7 dudes poured over the car and adopted my son. My son later went on to race our RX-7 in the stock street series. Yeah, we were not stock, but it was the only place for us. Not like we were points leaders and anyone would object.
