My car has 16,000 miles. All going to and on race tracks. And the car just keeps getting stronger and stronger. I'd use it more often on the street but my wife won't get in it. It's lowered and she has to fall into the seat. It's OK, now I leave the passenger seat in the closet most of the time, well, unless I decide to give rides at the track. Now that's fun. It's how I grow my fan club. A bunch of drunks but loyal.

Les