Roxy, RIP
Oh woe is me. My dream car, by little hot-rod, my reason to smile every morning on the way to work–Roxy– was stolen last night. We had such a short time together.
Apparently, the police recover 95% of stolen vehicles, but often not in an operational state. And the parts for 280Zs are highly desirable and very expensive, so I fear she will have been stripped even if we find her. Oh, I am so entirely bummed about this. Not a good week. Not a good month really.
Let’s remember her in her glory days:
