It's a painful moment, that time when you reach the conclusion that you have to sell your car. Especially when that car is a 1985 Porsche 911 Targa Supersport, with only two doors, a 3.2l heart and no roof, if you don't want it.
But, as we all learn sooner or later, life sucks. There comes a time in your life when you get tired of it all, sick of it, annoyed by it, and the only think you want to do is to get away, move to Nepal, like this guy here, or wherever your pocket allows you to move. So you HAVE to sell it. Or else...
These days, there's more than one way you get rid of a car. None of them complicated, most of them effective and all of them pretty much free. But no. That's way too easy for this guy. He had it hard, his life, and now he wants to go down in style.
He's selling his Targa for 10,911 pounds (if you have to ask why 10,911, then you don't belong on this page). To do that, he shot a clip, a very professional looking one, quite good if you ask us, and also expensive-looking.
But, in the end, it is all worth it. Because the guy can't take all the “gorgeous women constantly falling at my feet” anymore. He can no longer stand “having to arrive in style to decadent fetish parties.” He had enough “trying to find a parking space at Les Trois Garcons.” You can read all his other reasons for wanting to rid himself of the car here.
So, help this guy out. Buy his Porsche. You can see why...
But, as we all learn sooner or later, life sucks. There comes a time in your life when you get tired of it all, sick of it, annoyed by it, and the only think you want to do is to get away, move to Nepal, like this guy here, or wherever your pocket allows you to move. So you HAVE to sell it. Or else...
These days, there's more than one way you get rid of a car. None of them complicated, most of them effective and all of them pretty much free. But no. That's way too easy for this guy. He had it hard, his life, and now he wants to go down in style.
He's selling his Targa for 10,911 pounds (if you have to ask why 10,911, then you don't belong on this page). To do that, he shot a clip, a very professional looking one, quite good if you ask us, and also expensive-looking.
But, in the end, it is all worth it. Because the guy can't take all the “gorgeous women constantly falling at my feet” anymore. He can no longer stand “having to arrive in style to decadent fetish parties.” He had enough “trying to find a parking space at Les Trois Garcons.” You can read all his other reasons for wanting to rid himself of the car here.
So, help this guy out. Buy his Porsche. You can see why...