Going, Going...almost Gone.

Husband's 1979 2nd Gen RX7 will finally be leaving my backyard tomorrow. Hip Hip Horray! Husband blew the engine on it shortly before we got married... 4 years ago. It hasn't moved the entire time. He has finally given up hope that he will actually ever fix it. One of his co-workers agreed to take it off our hands.
Yippie!