I thought I'd share my story. It's nothing too impressive but I'm doing this to reminisce on my little journey with a childhood dream car that I hope I can bring to an unseen motorsport level someday.
For now I'm just trying to do her justice and keep her in one piece.
pictured 2010
2010______________________________________________ _____________________________
So, the beginning.
It's early may 2010 and I'm freshly graduated from my mechanical engineering degree. Not really knowing where I'd fit in (my specialization and most of the curriculum was more dynamics, heat and fluids) and with limited interest into local jobs I posted an application for a Masters degree in thermodynamics; I could afford to wait while I'd get my last opportunity at student job program during the summer. While I was at work, I was daydreaming on the web as I came across two R32 GTRs being sold in Montreal by a JDM importer I had never heard of.
This was right into the cusp of the 2010 Quebec RHD market crash; I had trouble finding stock in my usual RHD import sites and couldn't believe the prices that were being asked for these two bare bone, importer fed and prov registered (no actual first canadian owner), gunmetal R32 GTRs. Coincidentally, I received a few days later my Masters paperwork. I had saved some money during my bachelor -sadly not enough for importing an R32 GTR from Japan- but the universe was calling; the good news paired with this find was a sign. With dwindling supplies, I had just enough money and one of them had to be mine. So I emailed for the first one. El mexicano 17" chrome rims but it had a boost controller, turbo timer, intakes and stock interior, including the shift knob. The guy told me I had just missed it and it had been sold but he sent me pictures of the second one.
At first I was frustrated but then I realized...
...the second one, with really ugly worn wrong offset rims, winter tires, just unkept, was calling for me. She had been the one I wanted all along; under the dust, the engine bay is all stock, no bullcrap wiring. Same with interior, awesome momo GT wheel, stock interior, stock wiring. This was a good stock platform to grow with.
Strangely, if you open the metadata of the pictures (they're the originals) you'll see that they've been taken more than a year prior in 2009. She had been sitting in a warehouse all that time, with no buyers.
This is also about the time I started getting into contact with a long lost cousin that had moved near Ottawa a decade ago. He told me he had some work around Montreal to do and he would take a look for me, which he did. Under his approval, dwindling RHD stock and through pressure that the dealer told me a guy was selling his RX8 to buy it under me, I made a huge deposit sight unseen, even if he had jacked up the price through some wonky supply-demand logic.
Retarded, I know, but I just had this gut feeling.
Obviously I didn't feel too smart when the 18 wheeler driver that picked up the car phoned me to say the dash/cluster was dead. Since he was in Montreal for two days and he had my cash I told him to leave it there and I called the JDM shop to fix it - or else they wouldn't see the rest of the cash that the driver was waiving in their faces. To this day I don't know what could've been the problem or how they fixed it, but the next day she was ready for pickup.
A few days later, the driver called me at work: she was just 20 minutes away and I could pick her up. My supervisor let me cut work short and even drove me with the company car to her. Did I forget to mention that she wasn't plated or inspected yet? I had brought a jerrycan with enough premium fuel (which I had taken from my father as he used it for his tractor) for a the drive back and I drove her back to my parent's place through backroads, which are plentiful in my neck of the woods.
I nervously brought the car up the driveway and took this picture before running back to the company car:
For now I'm just trying to do her justice and keep her in one piece.
pictured 2010
2010______________________________________________ _____________________________
So, the beginning.
It's early may 2010 and I'm freshly graduated from my mechanical engineering degree. Not really knowing where I'd fit in (my specialization and most of the curriculum was more dynamics, heat and fluids) and with limited interest into local jobs I posted an application for a Masters degree in thermodynamics; I could afford to wait while I'd get my last opportunity at student job program during the summer. While I was at work, I was daydreaming on the web as I came across two R32 GTRs being sold in Montreal by a JDM importer I had never heard of.
This was right into the cusp of the 2010 Quebec RHD market crash; I had trouble finding stock in my usual RHD import sites and couldn't believe the prices that were being asked for these two bare bone, importer fed and prov registered (no actual first canadian owner), gunmetal R32 GTRs. Coincidentally, I received a few days later my Masters paperwork. I had saved some money during my bachelor -sadly not enough for importing an R32 GTR from Japan- but the universe was calling; the good news paired with this find was a sign. With dwindling supplies, I had just enough money and one of them had to be mine. So I emailed for the first one. El mexicano 17" chrome rims but it had a boost controller, turbo timer, intakes and stock interior, including the shift knob. The guy told me I had just missed it and it had been sold but he sent me pictures of the second one.
At first I was frustrated but then I realized...
...the second one, with really ugly worn wrong offset rims, winter tires, just unkept, was calling for me. She had been the one I wanted all along; under the dust, the engine bay is all stock, no bullcrap wiring. Same with interior, awesome momo GT wheel, stock interior, stock wiring. This was a good stock platform to grow with.
Strangely, if you open the metadata of the pictures (they're the originals) you'll see that they've been taken more than a year prior in 2009. She had been sitting in a warehouse all that time, with no buyers.
This is also about the time I started getting into contact with a long lost cousin that had moved near Ottawa a decade ago. He told me he had some work around Montreal to do and he would take a look for me, which he did. Under his approval, dwindling RHD stock and through pressure that the dealer told me a guy was selling his RX8 to buy it under me, I made a huge deposit sight unseen, even if he had jacked up the price through some wonky supply-demand logic.
Retarded, I know, but I just had this gut feeling.
Obviously I didn't feel too smart when the 18 wheeler driver that picked up the car phoned me to say the dash/cluster was dead. Since he was in Montreal for two days and he had my cash I told him to leave it there and I called the JDM shop to fix it - or else they wouldn't see the rest of the cash that the driver was waiving in their faces. To this day I don't know what could've been the problem or how they fixed it, but the next day she was ready for pickup.
A few days later, the driver called me at work: she was just 20 minutes away and I could pick her up. My supervisor let me cut work short and even drove me with the company car to her. Did I forget to mention that she wasn't plated or inspected yet? I had brought a jerrycan with enough premium fuel (which I had taken from my father as he used it for his tractor) for a the drive back and I drove her back to my parent's place through backroads, which are plentiful in my neck of the woods.
I nervously brought the car up the driveway and took this picture before running back to the company car:
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