After getting sucked in to assisting in another GTR engine in job on a gtr yesterday I can confidently say,
A. I dont friggin like gtr's
B. I dont friggin want a gtr
C. I no longer even respect gtr's
Matter of fact if I got my shirt sleeve caught in the door of a gtr I would chew my arm off the get away from the pos.
Any body prepared to pay the price of pain involved in owning and working on a gtr is about as sane as a monkey on meth.
SO HOW COME I KEEP GETTING ROPED IN TO WORKING ON THE USELESS DAMN THINGS.