wOTz a GallLant?
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Littlecar, we hardly knew ye!
It all started around May of 2000, when I found out that Opa had purchased a brand spankin' new Outback. I casually inquired as to what he would be doing with his old car, a little blue Galant. Turned out, he was going to give it to my uncle, Antonio, but, when I expressed interest, plans changed and we prepared for the ol' switcheroo. And then we waited. And waited. Inside every shiny new Galant is a computer. And it happens that 1990 was a dual-model year, which means in the second half of the year, another Galant was fashioned that had minute differences which made many parts incompatable in model I and model II. There were plenty of the other kind of computers laying around junkyards, but none of the sort I needed. The part new cost $1500, so that option was a no-go. And we waited. Etc. Finally, the mechanic found a computer and we sold the Shagwagon! It was a sad day when Mr.Brush put six hundred dollars in my hands, but I had a new carbaby to learn and train. The Shagwagon was out, and Littlecar was in! After a good thorough scrubbing, my new car was shiny and cleaner than the Shagwagon had ever been. Littlecar aka Ghettocar Always check your oil. Always, always. You see, Littlecar didn't have many problems. It did have a propensity towards the tired blowing up (it happened three times), but that's old tired, not the car. No, the problem that made poor Littlecar an unviable choice was a blown valve gasket. This meant that oil was always leaking into the combustion chamber, which caused thick, creamy smoke to poo out the muffler. Yummy! To be continued. . .
Truly, an inspired and BIG PIMPIN' piece of Japanese automobile ingenuity.
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