Well, the only thing that could cheer me up right now is another fastback or a convertible, but I don't know whow that's gonna work out. It stinks to be young, and have to liquidate precious metals in order to buy food. I think there should just be a hunger strike for a while and keep the car, but noooo... Well, it's not liek I advertised it for sale or anything. Someone just got a case of the "yard shopping bug" and stopped yard shopping when they saw my fastback sitting in the gravel, waiting for a garage spot. I couldn't pass up teh cash offer, as it was more than what I had into it, but at the same time, it completed my trio of Coupe, fastback, convertible. now I am down to a bunch of ragged out coupes, and one concourse canidate that needs finishing. I still have to go pick up a bunch of cars adn parts from a local fellow who traded me a lot of Ford parts for a paint job on his 5 window coupe. I am a few weeks away from final buffing on that car so I wll have a bunch more ragged out coupes once that is finished, but still no fastback or convertible. Has anyone else ever felt this alone before when they sold a car? It's kinda scary.