In 1986 I was just finishing high school in smalltown, Saskatchewan. I was working at the local taco joint, and was an avid reader of Car and Driver. When I first saw the turbo regals, I hunted up every article I could - I was a little insane for them. My temp boss at the restaurant was from "civilization" where decent cars were commonplace, and he told me he was going to drive a T-Type and asked me to come along. I went, and we piled in with the salesman. The boss proceeded to put the car through it's paces (he was a good driver, capable of the movie style tail kickouts and whatnot). When we entered a highway onramp and he got on it hard while still in the turn, doing lots of countersteer and plenty of smoke, I was hooked. It busted the tires going into 2nd again, and the salesman was just about ****ting.
About 8 months later, I was working for my buddy at a detailing shop, and we got a call that the local grunge car dealer had a car for us to clean. They were usually disgusting dirty even to sit in, so we always flipped for who had to drive the POS. I lost. We drove over, pulled in the lot, and we both said "No. Way.". Sweet 87 GN in the lot. Yup, that's the one. Just needed an engine shampoo and a few interior spots detailed. My buddy tried to pull rank, but I said "screw you". Took the long way back to the shop that day.......and I was even more in love.
Fast forward to 2002. I'm now working in the US, still single, and realize that the prices on these things aren't going down. The GTP is a fun car, it's paid for, but I have never got the GN out of my mind. I drool every time I see them. So I bought mine last summer with the intention of owning it for 6 months. I think most of you know the eventual result of an idea like that.
I bought it in Columbia, Missouri. When I phoned the guy and arranged to go see it, he phoned me daily for a week prior to the visit, telling me about it, asking me questions. Telling me about the guy who sold it to him that he wouldn't sell it back to. Fanatic, though knew little about the car. When I went to see it, he talked to me for 1/2 hour before he let me see it. When he rolled up the garage door and pulled the bedsheet off the car, I knew I'd found what I needed. It was repainted in 96, and with exception of not being properly stripped of trim, the paint is a beautiful smooth mirror with 2 dings in it. He waxed it twice a month.
I haven't spent a boatload on it, but I keep finding things that I want to add. It's a gradual process. I love my GN, and I really don't envision selling it anymore. There are undoubtedly a wife and family in the future, but I'm going to hold on as long as I can.