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My dream has finally come true, my friends. I have finally acquired a (sort of) rally-bred car made by the legendary Subaru. I can finally haul ass on the beautiful roads of Utah without fearing I'll roll over or understeer around a hairpin. The car itself only cost me a jaw-dropping $500 from a guy in Magna. It's a pretty crappy town just down a great highway I've mentioned before: Bacchus. The whole thing happened pretty suddenly, really, so I'll go ahead and get started with the story; I'll try not to make it too lengthy.
It all started on Saturday morning, when I went to work two hours early, accidentally. So after leaving and having two hours of spare time on my hands, I immediately thought to do what I do best: drive. I hopped in my mom's Liberty, and headed to a road called Emigration Canyon Road. It's a rather long, and scenic route that leads to either I-80, or SR65, depending on which road you take. Anyways, I took SR65, as it's a seasonal road, and the weather was amazing, and @Ferraridude308 had visited this road before me, telling me it was absolutely awesome. Well, go figure, he was right. I was flying down a dead, yet gorgeous road in between trees and their dark shadows with the wind blowing my face around, and the sun was lighting up the mountains in front of me. The world was flying past me in a blur, because I was hauling through this place at nearly 70mph, and it was rather narrow as well. Once I reached the curves is when things got more interesting. I felt the G-forces pulling me left and right, it was so badass. I know it sounds silly because I was in a Jeep, but let me tell you now, don't ever underestimate a car's handling abilities until you try it for real. I'm still surprised at how well that car handled those turns. Even in the hairpins, going downhill, I was pushing close to 35mph, which is fast for a turn that sharp. And it has decent pickup too. It felt smooth and responsive, which is pretty cool for being a 4x4 SUV. I didn't push it to its limit, however. It's strange that I never found said limit.
When it was time to end this memorable drive, I headed back to work the long way, and got there ten minutes before my shift started. After that long and tedious interval in my day, I got to my car and checked my phone. I noticed that I had a text from my brother, who had sent me an ad from KSL. (A website where you can advertise cars for sale.)
It was of a 1993 (even though it's a 1992) Subaru Legacy for a whopping $500. I was pretty surprised, and excited for the most part, because I wanted it. I contacted my dad and asked if he'd tag along so we could go have a look at the car. After he finished his work around the house, we finally set off in search of this flamboyant young lady (dont judge my word usage k) who was living with the wrong people. We pulled up, and we were disgusted by what we saw. The houses were old and extremely small, yards trashed, beat-up cars sitting everywhere, kids running out into the street, dead foliage around us... it was just bad. But what caught my eye, was the little Subie wagon sitting at the end of the row in front of a huge driveway full of old Chevy trucks. Dad parked his Ram, and we got out and started looking at the car as the owner backed into the driveway. I was handed the key and started examining the important parts right away. There was a little rust behind the front wheels, and some on the door, but it wasn't terrible. I opened the driver's door and sat down, and immediately fell in love. It was clean, and soft, and it had that weird, yet appealing smell of a car you've never been in before. I popped the hood and my eyes grew large at how clean the engine looked. That's the only word I could say to myself as I observed the car inside and out. Clean, clean, clean. My dad asked the owner if I could drive it, as I was too busy lusting over the car to focus on asking the same question. I was approved, and cranked up the engine. According to dad, it sounded great, mechanically. I just thought it sounded great, period.
I put the car into gear and it started to inch forward (cuz itz an auto y0). After pressing the gas pedal lightly, the car picked up and we were on our way. *clickclickclickclickclickclick* "Oh, damn." I said after remembering what the owner said about the CV joints and hearing the sound of them. After straightening out, the clicking stopped, and the car carried on. I returned to the owner's house and told both my dad and the owner that I loved it.
To speed things up, I went back and got the Trooper, took it to Carmax, got $500 for it (ikr), and headed back to buy the Legacy.
On the way home is when all of the issues started popping out consecutively. The worst being the transmission. Long story short, 3rd gear doesn't work, and the first two like to slip and respond rather late to throttle application. It feels like a manual that I'm not controlling the clutch in. So, there's the first issue, other than the CV joints. There's other obvious cosmetic flaws, being that it's a 22-year-old car with 258k miles on it. I don't care, though. I'll either get the engine rebuilt or swap in a 2.5 from a WRX. The transmission will become a 5-speed from the manual counterpart. I'm basically going to turn it into a tarmac rally car. Yup, that's right, and not to sound rude, but that's what I want, and I don't care what others say. It'll look great, I promise.
hi suzi.
Yeah, I'll try to get a DSLR soon. I'm tired of terrible picture quality. Look how fuzzy those are. Either way, you've seen the car, and you know I really own it now, so I'll leave you with that.
I'm gonna miss Lana, but she deserves someone who will fix her up and take care of her sooner than I could have. If that doesn't happen, she might go straight to the crusher. I don't even want to know. She was a fun car, and we went to awesome places, but it's time for me to be with a car I personally see as suitable for me and my taste. Ilike love small, light, and agile cars that can be easily modified to haul ass around turns and down smooth highways.
It's gonna be a fun experience, so I'm not gonna exclude anyone on GTP from it. I can't wait to see Mandy after she's all rallied-out and ready to fly.
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Another thing: The long-awaited opening of another beautiful road Frari and I have been waiting for finally happened today. It's known as Butterfield Canyon Road, and the title says it all.
It all started on Saturday morning, when I went to work two hours early, accidentally. So after leaving and having two hours of spare time on my hands, I immediately thought to do what I do best: drive. I hopped in my mom's Liberty, and headed to a road called Emigration Canyon Road. It's a rather long, and scenic route that leads to either I-80, or SR65, depending on which road you take. Anyways, I took SR65, as it's a seasonal road, and the weather was amazing, and @Ferraridude308 had visited this road before me, telling me it was absolutely awesome. Well, go figure, he was right. I was flying down a dead, yet gorgeous road in between trees and their dark shadows with the wind blowing my face around, and the sun was lighting up the mountains in front of me. The world was flying past me in a blur, because I was hauling through this place at nearly 70mph, and it was rather narrow as well. Once I reached the curves is when things got more interesting. I felt the G-forces pulling me left and right, it was so badass. I know it sounds silly because I was in a Jeep, but let me tell you now, don't ever underestimate a car's handling abilities until you try it for real. I'm still surprised at how well that car handled those turns. Even in the hairpins, going downhill, I was pushing close to 35mph, which is fast for a turn that sharp. And it has decent pickup too. It felt smooth and responsive, which is pretty cool for being a 4x4 SUV. I didn't push it to its limit, however. It's strange that I never found said limit.
When it was time to end this memorable drive, I headed back to work the long way, and got there ten minutes before my shift started. After that long and tedious interval in my day, I got to my car and checked my phone. I noticed that I had a text from my brother, who had sent me an ad from KSL. (A website where you can advertise cars for sale.)
It was of a 1993 (even though it's a 1992) Subaru Legacy for a whopping $500. I was pretty surprised, and excited for the most part, because I wanted it. I contacted my dad and asked if he'd tag along so we could go have a look at the car. After he finished his work around the house, we finally set off in search of this flamboyant young lady (dont judge my word usage k) who was living with the wrong people. We pulled up, and we were disgusted by what we saw. The houses were old and extremely small, yards trashed, beat-up cars sitting everywhere, kids running out into the street, dead foliage around us... it was just bad. But what caught my eye, was the little Subie wagon sitting at the end of the row in front of a huge driveway full of old Chevy trucks. Dad parked his Ram, and we got out and started looking at the car as the owner backed into the driveway. I was handed the key and started examining the important parts right away. There was a little rust behind the front wheels, and some on the door, but it wasn't terrible. I opened the driver's door and sat down, and immediately fell in love. It was clean, and soft, and it had that weird, yet appealing smell of a car you've never been in before. I popped the hood and my eyes grew large at how clean the engine looked. That's the only word I could say to myself as I observed the car inside and out. Clean, clean, clean. My dad asked the owner if I could drive it, as I was too busy lusting over the car to focus on asking the same question. I was approved, and cranked up the engine. According to dad, it sounded great, mechanically. I just thought it sounded great, period.
I put the car into gear and it started to inch forward (cuz itz an auto y0). After pressing the gas pedal lightly, the car picked up and we were on our way. *clickclickclickclickclickclick* "Oh, damn." I said after remembering what the owner said about the CV joints and hearing the sound of them. After straightening out, the clicking stopped, and the car carried on. I returned to the owner's house and told both my dad and the owner that I loved it.
To speed things up, I went back and got the Trooper, took it to Carmax, got $500 for it (ikr), and headed back to buy the Legacy.
On the way home is when all of the issues started popping out consecutively. The worst being the transmission. Long story short, 3rd gear doesn't work, and the first two like to slip and respond rather late to throttle application. It feels like a manual that I'm not controlling the clutch in. So, there's the first issue, other than the CV joints. There's other obvious cosmetic flaws, being that it's a 22-year-old car with 258k miles on it. I don't care, though. I'll either get the engine rebuilt or swap in a 2.5 from a WRX. The transmission will become a 5-speed from the manual counterpart. I'm basically going to turn it into a tarmac rally car. Yup, that's right, and not to sound rude, but that's what I want, and I don't care what others say. It'll look great, I promise.
hi suzi.
Yeah, I'll try to get a DSLR soon. I'm tired of terrible picture quality. Look how fuzzy those are. Either way, you've seen the car, and you know I really own it now, so I'll leave you with that.
I'm gonna miss Lana, but she deserves someone who will fix her up and take care of her sooner than I could have. If that doesn't happen, she might go straight to the crusher. I don't even want to know. She was a fun car, and we went to awesome places, but it's time for me to be with a car I personally see as suitable for me and my taste. I
It's gonna be a fun experience, so I'm not gonna exclude anyone on GTP from it. I can't wait to see Mandy after she's all rallied-out and ready to fly.
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Another thing: The long-awaited opening of another beautiful road Frari and I have been waiting for finally happened today. It's known as Butterfield Canyon Road, and the title says it all.
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