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1971 MG Midget MkIII. Tuned, re-trannied, with a virtually new suspension coupled with predictable brilliant hydraulic brakes and Lucas electrics. Ran like stink in the twisties. Wrecked, in spectacular fashion.
1999 Mistubishi Something-or-Other. Wholly unremarkable except for the fact that this vehicle managed to be even more maintainence-intensive than the Midget. That's right, spent more time and money fixing this thing than a British car! Sold for scrap after devouring 2 engines, 2 transmissions, and no less than -seven- flex-plates.
1989 Ponrtiac Grand Prix. Rubbish. Crashed twice, scarfed it's way through 3 alternators and most of an engine before giving up and being sold for scrap.
1994 Toyota Tercel. Battered, beaten, but never until the last moment broken, this little thing took everything I could throw at it. It handled almost as well as the Midget, neaded less maintainence than anything previous and, despite looking like a piece of moldy cheese, was actually fairly comfortable.
1998 Saturn Something-or-Other. Purple. Looked like a chick's car. Ran like a top, handled decently in the snow, sipped gasoline and purred its' way to Louisiana and back. Sold to a relative, who promptly destroyed it.
1999 Mercury Tracer. Brilliant little car, just like the Tercel which it basically is...until the rear suspesion rotted out. Soon to be sold for parts and scrap.
1988 Oldsmobile Thingamajig. Company car. Comfortable for long trips, but zero fun in the mountains. I want my manual transmissions back.
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