i'd rather burn it than put it in the hands of somebody else... its one of those thousand dollar 92 specials used for drug running and stuff. literally, i found so many drugs in it, the flywheel was sitting on the passenger seat, etc... and i was like hmmm, i could fix it... hah... now i'm going to die in it, i swear. my last words are going to be something along the lines of "this is the car i'm going to die in, great... at least i was right."