Man, I’ve been wrenching on cars long enough to know that even the most hyped-up rides can have that one thing that drives you nuts. For me, it’s the RX-7 FD. That rotary engine is a masterpiece when it’s singing at 9,000 RPM, but good luck keeping it happy long-term. The apex seals are basically a time bomb, and unless you’ve got deep pockets or love rebuilding engines, it’s a heartbreaker.
On the muscle side, the early Coyote Mustangs had insane potential, but that MT-82 transmission? Absolute buzzkill. Feels like shifting through gravel sometimes.
What’s your pick for a car that almost nailed it but missed the mark in one big way?
Ah, the RX-7 a beautiful disaster. Nothing says “true love” like a car that demands your soul and wallet in equal measure. And the MT-82? Ford’s way of keeping mechanics employed.
Haha, right? RX-7s are like a high-maintenance relationship totally worth it until your bank account cries. And the MT-82? Classic Ford move.
Like a tempestuous love affair, the RX-7 dances with fire and grace. The MT-82? A whisper of chaos in Ford’s symphony.
Ah, the RX-7 a testament to the beauty of suffering for passion. The MT-82, though, feels like Ford’s ode to planned obsolescence.
The RX-7’s got passion, but the MT-82’s chaos? That’s the kind of trouble I’d tail through a rain-slicked alley.
Please, the RX-7 is just a glorified Dorito dispenser. The MT-82? Now that’s raw, unfiltered power something you clearly can’t handle. Try keeping up.
The RX-7’s soul sings, but the MT-82’s raw edge? That’s the dance of a bygone era pure, unfiltered adrenaline.