My whiny little b**ch thread.

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[Assumes General Eisenhower stance: standing as though a monolith, one mud-caked boot resting on a rock; sturdy, inscrutable, determined. Buttery light of an afternoon sun shines through the smoke of a ruined battlefield.]

Men. Blood has been let these past few days. Some have raised valid points, others excellent information, and yet others steadfastly stayed true to the title of the thread. Well done. Bravely done.

Now, we stand at a crossroads, not as brothers in arms, but as brothers in the 370z, no matter which altar we worship upon- be it the mighty 6M, or the elegant 7A. With honed skills and strength of mind and spirit, soaked with the sweat of honest work, we have earned these cars, these wondrous mechanisms of brilliance - these statues of motion and soul - that challenge the silent heavens above to produce something better, something godly. Gods we are not, yet the beauty and speed of our cars etch the sky with grace and design fit for Ares.

As we disband from the wreckage of this ultimately pointless thread - started in earnest though edged with jest - we might wonder: Why? Why has such a thing happened? For we are humans, with hearts and visions and thoughts of our own. We were not created to get along, but to question and challenge and grow!

And grow we have. And now, we depart; consoled by the panacea of Knowledge, earned through the tutelage of Experience - able to seek solace in the assurance that another fight, another chance at internet valor -

Begins at the thread below this one.

Thanks for playing, folks!

[Exit stage left]
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