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The car that got away.
I always like to hear peoples stories on their favorite car. Be it one your dad had when you were younger, or that rust bucket you could do anything too without a care in the world. It really is the experiences that make a car so great to some, not the power under the hood.
In short: What was/is your favorite car and how did it earn that title.
Vauxhall Cavalier Mk2 1982, Vomit Yellow she was, went almost everywhere in Britain and a couple of places in France with a girl called Laura in 1996. What a ride, the car I mean. That thing would not give up, the car. Had to change a thousand parts to keep her running yearly. Got sideswiped by a BMW, heartbroken. Had her for four glorious years, car. Had to let her go, both of them.
To this day if I hear Oasis, It brings me right back to that old banger... and the Vauxhall I took her round in.
Never seen one before. Had to give it the ol' google. Second pic on its wiki looks like it might have been the color you described. Sucks to sell a car and regret it, but I imagine it sucks worse to have it taken from ya.
Hope you found something else you love.
hmm. Last August I finally sold my 1994 Impala SS. I bought it on Feb 14, 1998. My wife always said "you'll get rid of me before you get rid of that car". LOL. I missed our first Valentine's date because I was sitting in the dealership while they did my paperwork and processed it into their inventory (it was traded in that morning). It had been my daily driver for years and then not. I got my dad's car when he passed in 2011 and only put about 300 miles on the ImpSS since then. It was just "rotting" away in the garage or driveway. So I found someone who wanted to restore one and sold it. I almost backed out when I took them for a drive though. Spinning the rear wheels from launch through third, I miss that. But it went to a good home.
Aside from that, I actually owned a 1969 Camaro for a couple years. Short of the long... 1986 Barn find, inline 6 two-speed, rotted interior, nothing fancy. Stripped it, gutted it, acid bathed it, welded new panels/metal in, tied the frames, hand built a 307, Turbo 350 and new rear with disk brakes and 4.11 posi. Then put in a 4 speed. I couldn't afford that car and my daily so I sold it after a couple years for $5,000. I've seen it being presented as a "registered SS with a 350" quite a few time. I know those were my car, engine, trans, rear because when I rebuilt it, I etched my initials on the frame, firewall, block, heads, intake, trans, diff casing, etc. Last I saw, the current owner paid $75,000 for it. None of them liked me pointing out that they got scammed and pointing to my initials as proof.
Amazingly it was a much more hideous yellow than that pic. I loved it because it was my first slice of freedom, since then I had a 98 Golf GTI that I loved and a Focus Titanium. Now I ditched the motor and live in a small city getting around walking and biking. Me and the Mrs decided to try and be as green as we can, within reason. It’s weird. I miss driving less than I thought I would.
Just a heads up, you commented at the top level when you probably intended to make this a reply to @Koteman's comment :)
I'm daily driving it :) my 05 miata
My buddy had a Miata in highschool and we always razzed him for some reason. Admittedly we all liked that car. Lol
I love it, and I'm getting to learn so much from it.
I had a Holden HZ Premier that I bought off an old guy on the side of the road for under 2 grand. He'd had his license taken off him due to age reasons. Thing was IMMACULATE, down to the vinyl roof, leather bench seats, original paint, everything.
I was young, and just saw it as a cheap V8. Threw 2" straight pipes on it, thrashed it for a while, and sold it off for a few grand profit.
Never should've sold that car. I had no idea what it was worth then and was too stupid to bother looking into it.
It did get me into older cars though, and is a big contributing factor to cars being my entire life now.
1982 Mercedes 300CD. The thing was unstoppable. Luckily my dad bought it from me, so I still get to see it from time to time. I’ve begged him to sell it back to me. No dice.
My dad used to have a DeLorean that didn't run. He's an airplane mechanic and loves cars, so he spent a lot of time working on that car in our garage and I would be out there watching him. Long story short, my parents were in a lot of debt at the time, so almost the moment he got that car running, after a lap or two around my neighborhood, he went and sold it. Was sad I didn't get to be the kid whose dad drove the back to the future car.
I bought a '64 Ford Falcon. It was a 4 door, gold colored, and had an inline 6. It ran smooth as butter, but, no matter how well it ran, I always got out under the tree in the back yard and tried to make it run "better." In tinkering with it, I pulled the lid off the air filter, and it was full of oil. I thought, "Oh my gosh, if this thing is blowing this much oil into the air filter, it's going to blow up any day. I need to get rid of this!" So I did.
It was several years later before I learned what an oil bath was. (In case you don't know, it was supposed to have all that oil in there. The oil trapped dirt and cleaned the air as it passed through.)