My "first" car was a 1989 VW Jetta "Flair".
5 spd manual transmission, turbo diesel.
It was dirty all the time, and at the end it ran like crap.
It broke the #2 injector pipe all the damn time (leaving me with only 3 cyl power, and dousing everything in diesel).
One day on the way to school along the overpass heading towards dartmouth on the bedford bypass the muffler came flying off and slid across the overpass bridge...god I miss that car.
I worked on it all the time.
I fixed and replaced things every weekend, and I ran that thing hard when it decided it was going to work.
I used to race my buddy in his z24 home from school...I never won but its not like I came in a distant second.
I loved that car...even though by the time it was hauled away it couldn't be started without 2 batteries and a can of quickstart (holy low compression eh?).
Actually, much like how I one day expect to lovingly reflect on a past love, I still have the head in my garage...
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Originally Posted by Muffler Bearing
i silently wonder to my self about elephant vaginas...
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