At the end of the day, the car and I just grew apart. My desire to utilize the car on the street was gone and my ideals off road became to risky. The car is simply to nice to go in the direction I was heading. With all the tuning and experience under my belt, I was starting to have enough speed to get into some serious trouble. It made the most sense for me to part ways and find a buyer that wants to use the car for what it was originally intended, a street warrior and autocross. Once I got a taste for the track, my mindset changed. Driving on the street just didn't yank my chain anymore. I now knew the real capabilities of the car.
I lost my ass but that's water under the bridge. I'll never build one from scratch again. Once it's that nice, the snowball gains to much momentum. My next car will be a much lower budget brawler that I can roll and burn to the ground in hopes of walking away and not suffering such a huge financial hit.
I'm going to spend some time really thinking about how to formulate a build plan that makes sense for my budget, ideals, and goals.