07-26-2004, 11:05 PM
My (kinda interesting) Car history:
16 years old. My father buys me an '85 S-10 pickup. 2.5, 2WD, Manny tranny. Teaches me to drive his '83 Chevy Luv Diesel. I learn to drive a 5 speed pretty well, but the Turd (the pickup, thus named due to it's color) rarely ran, and never ran well. I ended up mostly driving mom's 1995 Olds Achieva, with a peppy (I thought) 3.3 V6.
Turns out, it was a little TOO peppy. I'd had my license for less than six months, and driving home from a friends house, I'm beating on the car pretty hard, see a deer, understeer into a ditch, overcorrect, hit a patch of ice, have a heated discussion with an enbankment and lose. I open my eyes to find myself alive and stopped, unbuckle my seatbelt and promptly fall to the roof. Learned my lessons: Front drive automatics suck balls, and if you're going to drive fast, learn how first.
Needless to say, Mom's car is totaled. She still gives me shit about it. One day I'm gonna buy her a goddamned Acheiva so she'll shut her hole about it.
I sell the pickup to my Neighbor (for twice what we paid), glad to be rid of the thing. He puts a new ECU in it, and drives it to this day. Oh well. I purchase a 1991 Geo Storm. Don't laugh, I drove that thing to death and it meekly gave everything I demanded of it. This car I took more time to learn the limits of Man and Machine, and learned to drive the most out of that 90Hp. Lowest HP number of all my Cars to date. I also get stopped for 85 in a 50. In an incredible display of mercy, the officer bumps it to 59 in a 50.
After driving it for 1.5 years, 2 houses, 6 girlfriends, and 3 jobs, the muffler falls off the Geo and I decide to get a new car. The car of my Dreams. A local lot has a 1993 Eagle Talon TSi AWD. For 5200. I drive it, it's slow and it sucks. I look under the hood, complain loudly to the manager. He drives it, agrees it doesn't have enough power, and I get a cool grand knocked off the price, and 1500 trade-in for my P.O.S Storm. I promptly take it home, re-attatch the wastegate actuator to the wastegate, and proceed to enjoy every last of the 190 ponies. The highest HP number of all my cars to date. I drive it hard, and with an enormous smile. I am crowned the "doughnut king" of Garrett County one winter, and I am generally regarded as the local "car guy" at my community college. I try to get a serious group of folks together to modify their cars, but all the local yokels want to do is drink, get high, and have sex. No time for driving fast. I decide to be a full-time volunteer for a year, and get the hell out of Maryland, need to sell the car. I sell it to a guy for enough to break even + 1000, he later gets 423 horsepower on 110 leaded out of it.
I take half of the Grand, buy my brother's 1995 S-10. It runs....barely. I wish I'd never bought it. I sold it recently, it was a Pile. My brother doesn't understand that cars are not magic travel devices and must be maintained and cared for. It was my newest car, to date. I move to Colorado for a month, then to Harrisonburg, where I proceed to have the best and worst year of my life.
A few days before my 20th birthday, Julie notices an Autotrader ad for a 1990 240SX hatch. I'm not interested, I want a twin cam. She then tells me the ad also says that the guy has a 1991 coupe for sale. I go look at it, paypal the guy the money, and drive it home with no speedometer. This is my current car, and the one I chose to modify for better performance. The best car I've owned, to date.
Yesterday, I "bought" a 1994 Subaru SVX and a 1989 Toyota Camry. Mostly, because of the price. The Subaru is the weirdest car I've owned, to date.
And that's my carography.
16 years old. My father buys me an '85 S-10 pickup. 2.5, 2WD, Manny tranny. Teaches me to drive his '83 Chevy Luv Diesel. I learn to drive a 5 speed pretty well, but the Turd (the pickup, thus named due to it's color) rarely ran, and never ran well. I ended up mostly driving mom's 1995 Olds Achieva, with a peppy (I thought) 3.3 V6.
Turns out, it was a little TOO peppy. I'd had my license for less than six months, and driving home from a friends house, I'm beating on the car pretty hard, see a deer, understeer into a ditch, overcorrect, hit a patch of ice, have a heated discussion with an enbankment and lose. I open my eyes to find myself alive and stopped, unbuckle my seatbelt and promptly fall to the roof. Learned my lessons: Front drive automatics suck balls, and if you're going to drive fast, learn how first.
Needless to say, Mom's car is totaled. She still gives me shit about it. One day I'm gonna buy her a goddamned Acheiva so she'll shut her hole about it.
I sell the pickup to my Neighbor (for twice what we paid), glad to be rid of the thing. He puts a new ECU in it, and drives it to this day. Oh well. I purchase a 1991 Geo Storm. Don't laugh, I drove that thing to death and it meekly gave everything I demanded of it. This car I took more time to learn the limits of Man and Machine, and learned to drive the most out of that 90Hp. Lowest HP number of all my Cars to date. I also get stopped for 85 in a 50. In an incredible display of mercy, the officer bumps it to 59 in a 50.
After driving it for 1.5 years, 2 houses, 6 girlfriends, and 3 jobs, the muffler falls off the Geo and I decide to get a new car. The car of my Dreams. A local lot has a 1993 Eagle Talon TSi AWD. For 5200. I drive it, it's slow and it sucks. I look under the hood, complain loudly to the manager. He drives it, agrees it doesn't have enough power, and I get a cool grand knocked off the price, and 1500 trade-in for my P.O.S Storm. I promptly take it home, re-attatch the wastegate actuator to the wastegate, and proceed to enjoy every last of the 190 ponies. The highest HP number of all my cars to date. I drive it hard, and with an enormous smile. I am crowned the "doughnut king" of Garrett County one winter, and I am generally regarded as the local "car guy" at my community college. I try to get a serious group of folks together to modify their cars, but all the local yokels want to do is drink, get high, and have sex. No time for driving fast. I decide to be a full-time volunteer for a year, and get the hell out of Maryland, need to sell the car. I sell it to a guy for enough to break even + 1000, he later gets 423 horsepower on 110 leaded out of it.
I take half of the Grand, buy my brother's 1995 S-10. It runs....barely. I wish I'd never bought it. I sold it recently, it was a Pile. My brother doesn't understand that cars are not magic travel devices and must be maintained and cared for. It was my newest car, to date. I move to Colorado for a month, then to Harrisonburg, where I proceed to have the best and worst year of my life.
A few days before my 20th birthday, Julie notices an Autotrader ad for a 1990 240SX hatch. I'm not interested, I want a twin cam. She then tells me the ad also says that the guy has a 1991 coupe for sale. I go look at it, paypal the guy the money, and drive it home with no speedometer. This is my current car, and the one I chose to modify for better performance. The best car I've owned, to date.
Yesterday, I "bought" a 1994 Subaru SVX and a 1989 Toyota Camry. Mostly, because of the price. The Subaru is the weirdest car I've owned, to date.
And that's my carography.
1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass 442