3000gt's are hunks of shit unless its a vr4, the SL's are slow as shit, they weigh a ton, and they handle like ass. I'd rather drive a Tempo than a 3000gt. My GIRLFRIEND's car is faster than a 3000gt ;-).
Here's a shitty car story for you guys. This might be oneo f the shittiest car stories ever.
My friend's car has never been driven in the winter, so he acquired a 1984 Mercury Grand Marquis as his mode of transportation. To get it to pass inspection/emmisions, they used like 3 rolls of duct tape and a gallon of bondo. Plus they had to run race gas w/ like a million bottles of octane booster. This was the beginning of this car. It was in decent mechanical condition, but it slowly degraded from there (this was around November). Throuough December, we fucking TRASHED this car, we used to take shortcuts through fields, do donuts EVERYWHERE, smash down road signs, mailboxes, trees. He used the car to clear a field of saplings by running them over. By the end of december, there was snow on the ground. And the car was in awful condition. The tranny was slipping, the tires were bald (And they were studded snow tires, so they had spikes sticking out, lol) The car had dents, dings, rust, holes, all over. The radio had caught on fire somehow, the exhaust had a HUGE hole in it and it was loud as a motherfucker (it had a 302 in it). To make it worse, the hole was directly below the front passenger seat, so it would heat up the floor and all you'd smell would be exhaust in the car. The winter went on, the car got in worse shape. We decided to go do donuts in a foot of snow in the Ames parking lot. To get there we had to bust throuhg a 3 foot snow pile covered in ice. So, we did it, we jumped the snow pile, but then we were stuck. So after a lot of work, we had to back the car out of the snow, but my friendleft the drivers side door open and it caught on the pile and bent all the way back. It took us an hour to wedge it shut and jam it so it wouldnt fly open again. So there goes the drivers door. It never worked again. My friend had to climb in from the passengers side.
So the rest of the winter passes, and not much else happens to the car except it runs worse and worse. March comes, he pulls out his other car, and the Merc goes into semi-retirement as a field car which we rip around in. However, in June, his car is totalled, and he has to pull the Merc out once again, but at this point, it had been sitting in his feild for months, animals had nested in it, there was a shitload of trash in it, ant nests, all sorts of shit. The car reeked like hell, and for some reason the car was shooting fire out the hole in the exhaust if he reved it. He drove this shithole all summer, it was the worse dented car ive ever seen, it shot fire out the exhaust, the tranny was slipping so bad it wouldnt go over 50 mph, it STILL had winter studded tires on it, it took about 20 minutes to start the car EVERY TIME, and the battery was always drained so he had to have someone come and jump him every time he'd leave work. Oh yeah, did I mention, the ignition was fucked so he had to hotwire the car to start it? haha. He finally got a new car, but the Merc's legacy still lives on, we still use it to clear fields, and we still rally it in the field.
Sure, I coulda stayed.
I coulda been king.
But in my own way, I am king.
Hail to the king, baby!