I currently own an 08' MS3 and although I do really enjoy driving the car, I sometimes still think of my old flames (some literally)...those being cars that I used to own. I was just wanting to start a thread about any old car you owned that got to your heart even though it was a total POS. I have owned 13 cars in my 30 years and besides some cool cars like a 71' Super Beatle, I have found that the shittiest car of all was also one of the most fun.
The car was a Plymouth Champ and it was an 84 model. I was was living in Seattle at the time (actually Fort Lewis) and I had no transportation. Anyone who has been in the military knows that there is a "lemon lot" that is just a place for us to keep passing down used vehicles on the cheap after we get deployed or whatever. Well, being that I would blow my whole paycheck in one weekend of partying, I was short on cash. I found the perfect car...the Champ...and it was painted in faded silver. It had solid wheels with plastic covers, limo tint all around and even on the popup sunroof. The best part, no gas cap. Let me just remind you that this was the Seattle area. Anyways, I bought it for $495 bucks and it ran so whatever.
Some of my "mods" included getting grey fur coverings for all of the seats and well, after that, the price would have doubled so I cooled it. What was fun about it? Well, if you were to drive more than 46 mph, the car would start bucking like a wild rhino until you slowed down a bit. Seriously, the car would have made a great horror movie car
One of the things that I loved about this car was hitting the highway. In order for me to get past 46 mph, I would have to draft big rigs. For some reason, if I was right on the bumper of a very large vehicle, the draft would pull me and I could go as fast as I wanted. Try doing this for 45 miles on the highway and you get the feeling your life is like a video game...pretty damn cool! It wasn't so fun when a trucker would see what you were doing and then slow down to the point where you had to back off and then he would take off really fast again...leaving your ass in the dust and of course, the car would be literally bucking like a bull with a rope around it's nuts trying to slow down to 46 mph. If I was lucky enough to catch another rig while the car was slowing down, bam, I was "on the road again". I think an arial view of my trips would have made a great YouTube video but this was before all that...even before ricers so my car was exempt.
I even took it to a mechanic once because after leaving the Pike Street Market, the car wouldn't start. He felt soo bad for me after telling me that he would have to replace my gas tank that he flushed it....for free. Car sympathy (drinks)
So yeah, the car sucked but it was also the greatest.
The car was a Plymouth Champ and it was an 84 model. I was was living in Seattle at the time (actually Fort Lewis) and I had no transportation. Anyone who has been in the military knows that there is a "lemon lot" that is just a place for us to keep passing down used vehicles on the cheap after we get deployed or whatever. Well, being that I would blow my whole paycheck in one weekend of partying, I was short on cash. I found the perfect car...the Champ...and it was painted in faded silver. It had solid wheels with plastic covers, limo tint all around and even on the popup sunroof. The best part, no gas cap. Let me just remind you that this was the Seattle area. Anyways, I bought it for $495 bucks and it ran so whatever.
Some of my "mods" included getting grey fur coverings for all of the seats and well, after that, the price would have doubled so I cooled it. What was fun about it? Well, if you were to drive more than 46 mph, the car would start bucking like a wild rhino until you slowed down a bit. Seriously, the car would have made a great horror movie car
One of the things that I loved about this car was hitting the highway. In order for me to get past 46 mph, I would have to draft big rigs. For some reason, if I was right on the bumper of a very large vehicle, the draft would pull me and I could go as fast as I wanted. Try doing this for 45 miles on the highway and you get the feeling your life is like a video game...pretty damn cool! It wasn't so fun when a trucker would see what you were doing and then slow down to the point where you had to back off and then he would take off really fast again...leaving your ass in the dust and of course, the car would be literally bucking like a bull with a rope around it's nuts trying to slow down to 46 mph. If I was lucky enough to catch another rig while the car was slowing down, bam, I was "on the road again". I think an arial view of my trips would have made a great YouTube video but this was before all that...even before ricers so my car was exempt.
I even took it to a mechanic once because after leaving the Pike Street Market, the car wouldn't start. He felt soo bad for me after telling me that he would have to replace my gas tank that he flushed it....for free. Car sympathy (drinks)
So yeah, the car sucked but it was also the greatest.
