should i sell ?
Discussion
Don1 said:
It's up for sale as I currently don't have the money to finish it properly, and the main cost of the car would be a lot better used in the house rather than dying in a barn until I'm able to finish it.
Not happy about it, and if I'm able to get the money together for it being finished + house stuff, then it's back off sale as it is an amazing thing. The advert is up on PH, but I seem to only see it through my own profile?
Hope you get to keep it as it looks a real weapon Not happy about it, and if I'm able to get the money together for it being finished + house stuff, then it's back off sale as it is an amazing thing. The advert is up on PH, but I seem to only see it through my own profile?
Good luck with the home improvements mine nearly broke me financially & physically lol
Don1 said:
OK, to break this down further, let's look at just the starting sequence.
TVR:
Cradle the mirror in your hand, and your fingers will naturally find the nipple. Press it, and you will hear the window lower, before the solenoid pops the door open. Putting your left leg in (no singing), and ducking your head down below the low door line, you drop into the seat. Immediately your eyes feast upon a riot of curves, minimal functionalism of one of the most beautiful interiors in the history of car design.
Inserting the key into the barrel, and twisting, Nothing happens and you realise you didn't turn the immobiliser off. Sort that out and twist the key again... the car starts to wake itself from the enforced slumber. Remember this has to be a living beast... The dials light up, and the needles flick round the dials and back. The three shift lights illuminate in turn, a pre-cursor to your next epic driving experience. Just as they finish blinking in sequence, the fuel pump primes, sending a frisson through the car. You know what to do.
The final turn and release of the key gives permission for a series of controlled explosions to detonate along a device seemingly crafted from the very Gjallarhorn. (Google it). The car breaks into a gruff, grumpy impression of life. You know that with careful warming, the sonorous war-cry will soon echo across the landscape.
Slot the rifle-bolt actioned gear leaver into place, and we will begin the next epic instalment of your life.
Porsche:
Blip the key, open the door. The window will drop silently. Close the door and look at a boring version of a production car dashboard. Put the key in, and listen to the hair-dryer-sounding engine start. Drive and never be let out at a junction again. Enjoy the multiple thousand pound servicing cost (even from the independents - seriously - mine has cost more than a 115,000 mile Range Rover).
What would you choose?
TVR:
Cradle the mirror in your hand, and your fingers will naturally find the nipple. Press it, and you will hear the window lower, before the solenoid pops the door open. Putting your left leg in (no singing), and ducking your head down below the low door line, you drop into the seat. Immediately your eyes feast upon a riot of curves, minimal functionalism of one of the most beautiful interiors in the history of car design.
Inserting the key into the barrel, and twisting, Nothing happens and you realise you didn't turn the immobiliser off. Sort that out and twist the key again... the car starts to wake itself from the enforced slumber. Remember this has to be a living beast... The dials light up, and the needles flick round the dials and back. The three shift lights illuminate in turn, a pre-cursor to your next epic driving experience. Just as they finish blinking in sequence, the fuel pump primes, sending a frisson through the car. You know what to do.
The final turn and release of the key gives permission for a series of controlled explosions to detonate along a device seemingly crafted from the very Gjallarhorn. (Google it). The car breaks into a gruff, grumpy impression of life. You know that with careful warming, the sonorous war-cry will soon echo across the landscape.
Slot the rifle-bolt actioned gear leaver into place, and we will begin the next epic instalment of your life.
Porsche:
Blip the key, open the door. The window will drop silently. Close the door and look at a boring version of a production car dashboard. Put the key in, and listen to the hair-dryer-sounding engine start. Drive and never be let out at a junction again. Enjoy the multiple thousand pound servicing cost (even from the independents - seriously - mine has cost more than a 115,000 mile Range Rover).
What would you choose?
bananaface said:
Well spotted q.
She is the very same.
I've actually got the photos of her in a Bush at the point of insurance company scare mongery !
Seriously...written off is a joke but it yes... It is the same car.
I guess it might bother some people, but shes a flying machine nonetheless
I know.She is the very same.
I've actually got the photos of her in a Bush at the point of insurance company scare mongery !
Seriously...written off is a joke but it yes... It is the same car.
I guess it might bother some people, but shes a flying machine nonetheless
I was asking for pictures back then, and what I could see on them is that the car was repaired spot on. I hesitated too long, but it was a bargain for what it is.
I just bought another T350 so am off the market, but yours should cause a lot of interest. Good luck in selling it, but I peronally would keep it for a little longer. There is only one way for T350 prices...
Regards,
Björn.
No way would I be selling that,it looks fantastic.
My brother had a 997 and he lent it to me for a day and I thought it was a great car.....for the first hour then I just found it boring, I could have been in an Audi,BMW or a Mercedes going fast. No real theatre to it capable yes but uninspiring. He paid more than 3 times what I paid for my TVR and lost almost the price of my TVR when he sold it.
My brother had a 997 and he lent it to me for a day and I thought it was a great car.....for the first hour then I just found it boring, I could have been in an Audi,BMW or a Mercedes going fast. No real theatre to it capable yes but uninspiring. He paid more than 3 times what I paid for my TVR and lost almost the price of my TVR when he sold it.
Ahh I remember now..
He was trying to close me with the threat of your arrival !!
From Holland he said !
I just thought that was a line but it was true !
I'm still unsure tbh, was chatting to a friend only this morning who was b
hing about his 996tt clutch going cos they take such a hammering.
I don't even know what the t350 is worth now either...prices changing and her insurance rating but then she's got so much in her favour too...extras, history,red rose bits and rebuild etc.
God knows...it's summery outside I may need to just go for a ride and find out.
He was trying to close me with the threat of your arrival !!
From Holland he said !
I just thought that was a line but it was true !
I'm still unsure tbh, was chatting to a friend only this morning who was b
hing about his 996tt clutch going cos they take such a hammering.I don't even know what the t350 is worth now either...prices changing and her insurance rating but then she's got so much in her favour too...extras, history,red rose bits and rebuild etc.
God knows...it's summery outside I may need to just go for a ride and find out.
I'm going to be a bit controversial and say sell.
Life is short and it is good to experience many different types of cars. You can always come back to a T350 etc.
My 911 (albeit not a turbo) was a revelation. Great car and I will definitely go back to them one day, perhaps in GT3 guise.
Life is short and it is good to experience many different types of cars. You can always come back to a T350 etc.
My 911 (albeit not a turbo) was a revelation. Great car and I will definitely go back to them one day, perhaps in GT3 guise.
I sold my 997 early this year as it was just too uninteresting and compared to my Evora as responsive as a plank of wood.
They are fast, but apart from that they don't really drive that well. Plus it always felt too big for me on small country roads.
But that was just my experience. You might feel different.
They are fast, but apart from that they don't really drive that well. Plus it always felt too big for me on small country roads.
But that was just my experience. You might feel different.
bananaface said:
evening all.
im currently running a red rose t350c press car, with receipts and build sheet.
big zorsts and brakes, rebuilt by dom with a formula red body and black spiders... stunning.
but... despite it all... i find myself looking a 997 c4 or 996tt and thinking... could i use that more than just the high days and holidays that i do at the mo.
i no it would seem a little less of an occasion when i do go out, but nonetheless im seriously considering.
has anyone else done this kind of transaction and how was it... how do things compare ?
If you are asking the question ... Then you should sell.im currently running a red rose t350c press car, with receipts and build sheet.
big zorsts and brakes, rebuilt by dom with a formula red body and black spiders... stunning.
but... despite it all... i find myself looking a 997 c4 or 996tt and thinking... could i use that more than just the high days and holidays that i do at the mo.
i no it would seem a little less of an occasion when i do go out, but nonetheless im seriously considering.
has anyone else done this kind of transaction and how was it... how do things compare ?
Don1 said:
OK, to break this down further, let's look at just the starting sequence.
TVR:
Cradle the mirror in your hand, and your fingers will naturally find the nipple. Press it, and you will hear the window lower, before the solenoid pops the door open. Putting your left leg in (no singing), and ducking your head down below the low door line, you drop into the seat. Immediately your eyes feast upon a riot of curves, minimal functionalism of one of the most beautiful interiors in the history of car design.
Inserting the key into the barrel, and twisting, the car starts to wake itself from the enforced slumber. Remember this has to be a living beast... The dials light up, and the needles flick round the dials and back. The three shift lights illuminate in turn, a pre-cursor to your next epic driving experience. Just as they finish blinking in sequence, the fuel pump primes, sending a frisson through the car. You know what to do.
The final turn and release of the key gives permission for a series of controlled explosions to detonate along a device seemingly crafted from the very Gjallarhorn. (Google it). The car breaks into a gruff, grumpy impression of life. You know that with careful warming, the sonorous war-cry will soon echo across the landscape.
Slot the rifle-bolt actioned gear leaver into place, and we will begin the next epic instalment of your life.
Porsche:
Blip the key, open the door. The window will drop silently. Close the door and look at a boring version of a production car dashboard. Put the key in, and listen to the hair-dryer-sounding engine start. Drive and never be let out at a junction again. Enjoy the multiple thousand pound servicing cost (even from the independents - seriously - mine has cost more than a 115,000 mile Range Rover).
What would you choose?
That gave me goose bumps, superb mateTVR:
Cradle the mirror in your hand, and your fingers will naturally find the nipple. Press it, and you will hear the window lower, before the solenoid pops the door open. Putting your left leg in (no singing), and ducking your head down below the low door line, you drop into the seat. Immediately your eyes feast upon a riot of curves, minimal functionalism of one of the most beautiful interiors in the history of car design.
Inserting the key into the barrel, and twisting, the car starts to wake itself from the enforced slumber. Remember this has to be a living beast... The dials light up, and the needles flick round the dials and back. The three shift lights illuminate in turn, a pre-cursor to your next epic driving experience. Just as they finish blinking in sequence, the fuel pump primes, sending a frisson through the car. You know what to do.
The final turn and release of the key gives permission for a series of controlled explosions to detonate along a device seemingly crafted from the very Gjallarhorn. (Google it). The car breaks into a gruff, grumpy impression of life. You know that with careful warming, the sonorous war-cry will soon echo across the landscape.
Slot the rifle-bolt actioned gear leaver into place, and we will begin the next epic instalment of your life.
Porsche:
Blip the key, open the door. The window will drop silently. Close the door and look at a boring version of a production car dashboard. Put the key in, and listen to the hair-dryer-sounding engine start. Drive and never be let out at a junction again. Enjoy the multiple thousand pound servicing cost (even from the independents - seriously - mine has cost more than a 115,000 mile Range Rover).
What would you choose?
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