"The things you think are useless I can't understand"

Or so said Donald Fagen. Of course, he wasn't talking about a car. But, here, I am. What we've got here is a pretty darn nice 92 900S. I bought it at an auction knowing it had a bad headgasket, but not that it had a bad transmission, too. It was totalled by the prior owner's insurance company so if I got it back up and running, it'd still have a salvage title.

96,525 miles is all she's got on the clock. (The last mile wasn't actually driven: I ran her on jack-stands to be sure the odometer was working.)

So off to the crusher she goes. But not before I part her out...