It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a trip — the last one I can remember is flying out to Texas to buy a 1991 Mazda RX-7 Turbo II. I really regret selling that car, and I’m tempted to get another, but they’re so rare to find now in good condition. The biggest regret from that trip was sampling a steak — every one I’ve eaten from then on just hasn’t compared.
In a similar vain, I’m flying out to Tennessee to pickup a 2009 Mazda RX-8 Grand Touring. In calendar year 2009, Mazda only sold 2,217 of them. Who knows how many in Crystal White Pearl Mica — and who knows how many Grand Touring models were made without the Premium Package. Finding a GT without a moon roof seemed to be an impossibility, but I found one and I sit here in the airport ready to drive it back in a few hours. Maybe I’ll find out they only made 13. Sure. I’m insane. At least I know I am.
I just like rare things, and white cars. Combined, that’s a potent combination for me. Imagine when I found my Chaste White 1995 RX-7 one of thirteen (out of five hundred)!
It’s 4:50am PST, I’m going to take a nap before my flight at 6:15. Going to Denver first.
By the way, I forgot the usb cable for my camera. I’ll have to add photos post trip.
Too bad you didn’t bring your cable =( Would have been nice to see some pics as each day passes.