Yeah ... but Lynn would kill me. No, really. She would. She would kill me dead. She would beat me to death with the stock shifter handle from her Capri.
I would think anyone willing to trade the kind of car you have in the shape it's in for a beat-up and run-to-death heap like my notch be more in need of professional psychiatric help than I would be for wanting to jump on that kind of an unbalanced trade. I love my notch and all, even if it may seem like an absolute turd to most folks, but your hatch is just ... ohhhhhh... *shudder, shudder*