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Decided that, upon viewing how active the blogs section was, a forum was the appropriate way of doing things? I reckon this forum will be pretty much a "from this point forwards" sort of thing. Current date 26-9-2016. You can find my blog here should you want to have a look: http://www.rollaclub.com/board/blog/84-the-kids-ke15/ But before I start this forum off, I'd like to tell the story of how the car has progressed to the stage it is at now. -From the beginning. From the very beginning, with every detail I'm willing to expose publicly. It's a pretty personal story so don't be surprised if there's sappy bits. (Hope you like reading! :P) Storytime: So, currently being 16 years old, you'd wonder how I'd be in posession of a ke15, if a car at all. Truth is, I got the car at thirteen years of age. How? Well, as much as I don't like to flap my mouth about it, in 2011, i was fortunate enough to recieve a randomly drawn prize at a fishing conpetition.(Back to Pedder 2011) At 11 years old, I had won a small dingey with a merc outboard and some bits and pieces. (Lucky bastard, I know.) So, after about 3 months of "what the hell do I do with this" my dad and I decided that it would be a smart idea to sell it. Good move. Got a fair amount for it, and sat that arpund in the bank until one fateful day in Adam's driveway. My dad and I were dropping off my Honda Z50 minitrail, my first bike, off at my dad's good mate's house as payment for work he'd done to my XR100R. (Yes, I'm a dirt bike kid too) being a thirteen year old, i wasn't paticularly interested in 'adult conversation' and my attention drifted to the red car sitting in the garage. "What is that? That looks cool." The conversation eventually shifted to the car itself. I soon found myself walking circles around it like a wedge-tailed eagle to a rabbit. Sitting in it pushing all the buttons and pressing all the pedals, pretending to run it through the gears etc. (I was thirteen, who could blame me?) I loved the thing. Adam fired it up for us. Sounded damn good to my ears. At one stage adam needed to go inside for something, and as me and my dad were looking into the tiny engine bay, he poked me and held up four fingers; mouthed the words "four grand". I was dead keen. What's more, so was dad. He was letting me buy it! (Ha!) Subtly easing into the idea of actually buying it, we asked what he'd expect as a reasonable offer to be. "Oh.. I don't really know to be honest." "How does four grand sound?" I said. ... Lots of waiting, lots of indecision. :) Long story short, the car became properly mine in the June of 2013. (Took it home on a quad bike trailer!) I was very excited. So excited, that I decided to drive it up and down our 100m driveway. A lot. (This was probably not the greatest thing for the car, but hey, it taught me hill starts and better clutch control.) Aside from doing basic things like oil changes and radiator flushes, installing ariels and radios, not a lot of work was done to the car itself for quite some time. I spent a lot of my time at school of course, working at Braaap motorcycles (yes, yes, gross isn't it?), the Royal Hobart Show, and now Woolworths. Slowly gaining funds for her. Emphasis on slow. Given that I was REALLY into dirtbikes too, I'd spent a lot of money on those. It was mid 2015, when I made a REALLY poor decision to trade my newly rebuilt CRF230F for a KX250 2 stroke. (A kx250 that probably hadn't been rebuilt in years. Or even had an air filter/oil change) Stupid kid I was. Long story short, this is a corolla thread after all, I lost about $4,500. At the same time my job at Braaap went down the gurgler. Was a pretty tough time for me at that stage. It was at that same time I started experiencing symptoms of depression and anxiety. Things became really rough and many a time I had considered selling the car because I pressured myself into completing it, etc. But, somehow amidst the cluster-ʞ©$ɟ of pretty much eveything going wrong, i managed to do at least one thing right and KEEP THE SPRINTER. My first car, hopefully my last, too. Moved the car to my mum's and made a bit of an effort at starting work. Took a lot of the chrome off, badges etc. Truth be told, I probably spent more time driving the thing around the house than I did actually working on it. Depression is a hard thing to cope with, and the Sprinter has always been a good outlet. (Got the sads? Thrash the sprinter about.) Took her for a spin down the road a couple times, too. We finally bit the bullet and handed the car over to a panelbeaters to have the front stonetray and panels etc straightened out. $1500 later and the front end was pretty overrated. Once home; More or less just more driving and tinkering with small things... Took it back to dad's just a few months ago now. Since then, we've started some serious work. The car is now on the right track and looking as though it could be resprayed early next year, potentially even this year. Once the bodywork is done, the car will rapidly progress. It'll go back together. Fast. I can't wait to see it on the roads. And while I'm still having trouble with my mental illness, one thing's for sure. I don't want those keys belonging to ANYONE else. (July, 2013.)