Choose IMOC. Choose stiles. Choose a Hunter Check. Choose asking "what's it got under the bonnet mate". Choose gooning. Choose whether to keep your spoiler (15 times a day), exhaust, stereo system and low rise headlights. Choose lowered suspension, big wheels, and mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loan repayments. Choose a starter motor. Choose your moderators. Choose leather interior and matching carpet. Choose a bodykit on hire purchase in a range of colourful plastic. Choose engine DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that drivers seat watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing speed cameras, stuffing the brake pedal into the carpet. Choose the mk1 rotting away at the end of it all, pishing its last in a miserable garage, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, messed up brats who replaced you on the forum.
Choose your future.
Choose Goto10.
Poetry...pure poetry. The summing-up of the MR2 'lifestile' has brought a tear to my eye.
Mk2 NA Rev1 -*- Mk2 Turbo Rev2 -*- Mk1 NA -*- Mk2 Turbo Rev 3 = all gone!
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Choose IMOC.
