It’s a situation that us car lovers fantasize over: a car somehow falls into your lap and you feel not only morally obligated, but genuinely excited, to accept it as your own. You welcome it with open arms, tell your friends of the new addition to your fleet, spend hours on the internet researching the model, and, for weeks on end, fail to think of much else aside from that new-to-you car that’s waiting for attention. But, alas, that’s not necessarily the way the cookie crumbles, so to speak.
A few years back my friend Dan and I were fortunate enough to take on joint ownership of a beaten-and-battered but still too free to pass up 1991 MR2 and we had big, broad plans for the racing series (yes, serieS in the plural) that we were going to enter with it. Texts and Facebook messages were exchanged at a record pace upon bringing the car home. Our hopes were high.
That initial Intro post was one of my first here at Hooniverse, and it went live well over a year ago. We drove the little sports car home from Jersey over two years ago. I’d love to report that a lot has been done on the MR2 front since then, so read on to find out (though the above image may serve as a hint).


So what’s been done to the “Someday Race Car” MR2?

Not a goddamn thing.

The poor thing hasn’t moved an inch.

This is a sad story of how a Toyota MR2 that once provided hopes and dreams has gone entirely neglected for over two years. Actually, it’s not much of a story at all, but rather the result of something called life. Priorities change, work overwhelms, schedules conflict; it’s what happens when there’s never enough time. And it’s the path that leads to not just one MR2, but two, sitting unmoved, un-started, and un-loved for two-plus years.