Der Fledermauswagen rides again!

OK, no. My car is neither German nor the Batmobile.

It's the stinking piece of offal a bird shat out when it was hit by a Chevette.
Well, okay. It's a Baretta GTZ. Or GT Zed as my Canajian co-worker calls it. The prick.

Anywho, when I got it, it was busted. Front motor mount all broken, stripped bolt-thingies, bad gaskets etc...
And, given that it's a Baretta (Italian for "Dirty Dirty Whore") GTZ, it thinks it's special. So of course everything was $100+. Because it's rare. And special.

I'm gonna start buying normal cars from now on.

Anyone wanna buy a car?

Lynk.