Yeah, I love the sound and the wind in my, well, scalp. But the thing is, and here is where it sounds like my estrogen level is too high, it has too much power. Not for me of course, but for itself. That is the most evil "handling" car I have ever wrestled. I can't even bring myself to say I drive it, it is more like wrestling. But to make a short story long, I'm ready to admit defeat and sell it to play with the old Dattos again.
As T&T pointed out, the "top secret" car trade involved my 510 for his 610. We were both lamenting how we liked our cars but not their looks. Suddenly, we realized I liked the 610's look and he liked the 510's. So we swapped. Of course, now my mom doesn't have a Datsun to call her own, but she really didn't need to be hooning around in a thirty year old car anyway.