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My 1st new car was a 1981 Plymouth reliant a company car zero to sixty in 30 min and a block to stop it .
Well, ultimately that was the car that saved Chrysler.
The first minivan was a K car underneath. Parents' had an '85 with the Mitsu 2.2 L I4, and a 5 speed manual.
First front wheel drive car I'd ever driven, and the neighborhood we lived in had a gentle curve in the street, somewhat downhill, with a big asphalt driveway on the southern facing hill on the left.
There's always be some black ice where the sun had warmed the driveway, melted the snow, water ran across the street and froze in a slick surface.
Normally I could goose the throttle to rotate the chassis when I started to slide.
Hit that ice patch, started to slide and goosed the throttle while turning the wheel. Front wheels spun and I plowed straight into the snowbank there.
No harm done, except to my pride.
My first car (that I bought) was a 1981 Datsun 210 SL with a factory sunroof, rear window wiper and washer (pretty well optioned for 1981), rear cargo cover, center console with this little storage area in front of the gear shift (I put an Audiovox EQ and CB radio in there) every factory option except automatic transmission. Some previous owner (AZ car) had put a race exhaust on it (2.5" straight pipe, gutted cat and minimal muffler) and a Weber 2 barrel. Also a limited slip differential with higher gearing.
1.5 L I4, alloy head. Redline was 6500. In fifth gear, I was turning 25 MPH per 1000 RPM (~2000 at 55). I could stand on it in fourth, to almost the redline then shift into fifth and stand on it.
Speedo only went to 85 ('member those?), but I could often get into the 5000's RPM.
Thing handled like a go cart, and got mid 30's MPG (thanks to the performance upgrades to the engine- provided I wasn't driving the heck out of it).
One Friday after school was out (we had to drive 2 highways to get home I70 and SR68- both divided highways) we were all hauling ***. The school bus I would have been riding on if I hadn't been driving was already making the lane change to the offramp (big right hand sweeper that I could take at 90 without much drama).
Needless to say I didn't want to drop in behind the bus and have to trundle around the ramp, so I kept the hammer down and passed the bus before it made it into the lane (it was still in the divided highway part) and zipped past it.
Got a little wide on the exit, into the gravel in between lanes before the merge. neStupidly thought I should pull the wheel harder to get back on the line. Only made the car spin. Not 360 degrees, not 720 but a full 1080. 3 times around.
Saw the car that was traveling along in his lane, the guy freaking out slamming on his brakes (Pacer AMX- red and black, stripe and wheel package I'm sure). I was steering into the skid, and when I was going backwards and the engine started to die (or the clutch slip) I heel and toed into fourth.
Once backwards, steering into the spin made the front end come around again. Backwards again, Pacer further back, heel and toe into third. Around again, Pacer, heel and toe into second.
Suddenly I was going straight in the passing lane at about 25. Accelerated away to cruising speed (much more comfortable and LEGAL than before). Took long enough I had time to tell my friend to put his seatbelt on (I was worried I'd hit the bridge coming up sideways, or go into the median and roll the car. We would have been really F'ed up if that had happened).
When I dropped him off, I got out and looked at my tires (I'd been buying used tires from a junkyard, and had a sweet set of Yokohama low profile soft compound block tread tires- pretty much street slicks). They were flat spotted down to the wires in a couple places.
Then the fear set in. I was shaking too much to light a cigarette. My buddy, who didn't smoke, light it for me and handed it back. Smoked that sucker right down.
When I got home, my mom was like "The school called. The bus driver said you passed her on the ramp and fishtailed at the end. And you were going about a hundred miles an hour.
I said "That little car can't go that fast, and the bus had just started to get into the offramp. There was still plenty of lane left, and I swerved to avoid a semi retread at the end of the ramp."
Bus driver had radioed in to the school, and they called my folks.
When my dad came home mom brought it up at dinner. I stuck to my story. Couple days later (once I'd gotten replacement junkyard tires) my dad said "Lets take a ride, son."
I gave him my key, and he took it out, gave it a little bit of the business I'd been giving it. Managed to bury that 85 MPH speedo. "I didn't know this little thing was that fast. Had I known I wouldn't have let you buy it (I was still a minor, and needed my parents to sign the tittle).
Paid $500 for it, 141K miles. Pretty rust free, before the first Ohio winter. Then the tin worm showed up. There was a metal trim piece that went over the bumper, and I ended up taking it off and throwing it away when it started to look like crap.
I drove the *** out of it, tried to pull into the bowling alley parking lot in front of oncoming traffic one night in the rain. Always had trouble at night with rain reflecting oncoming headlights, and hit the curb on one side of the driveway straight on at about 25.
Broke the right front tie rod. Couldn't afford to get it fixed, so continued driving it. Made highway travel interesting. It would turn in really fast going to the right, slower to the left. Wheel was neutral like a shopping cart.
Drove it 3 1/2 hours up here for the summer. My dad got in it to drive it somewhere when it was the last car in the driveway. When he got back, he looked underneath, and saw the broken tie rod ends (now rusted, so he knew it didn't just happen).
He asked me "What happened to your car?" I told him I hit a pothole going too fast. He said "Well, when did that happen?" I said before I brought it up for the summer.
"You mean to tell me you've been driving like that on the highway? No way are you taking that car with you to college. It's dangerous!"
So I didn't take it with me to my freshman year in Toledo.
The next summer my brother got a job as a laborer at the limestone quarry right down the road from us. He had a better 200SX, and got so dusty working he didn't want to drive his good car.
So he was driving mine. The starter motor stopped working, he carried a length of steel pipe he'd bang the starter to get it to turn. Then it stopped working all together. Would roll it down our driveway and pop the clutch in gear. Bump starting it. Quarry entrance was less than a half mile down the road from us.
The clutch went out, and he was rolling it shoving it into gear. Chewing up the synchros, then the gear itself. First started jerking when it was engaged.
So he was using second. By the time the summer was over, second gear was starting to do the same thing.
Once he got it running, he would drive it without the clutch. Apprently, one of the other college kid laborers had an original Bronco (I6, 3 on the tree, half cab, floor had rusted out so he welded in heavy duty screen stuff). They'd drive around the quarry, going over and off rock shelves.
I'm looking for that exact same car (color and options), coming up short. Always the wrong transmission (autotragic), rusted out, or no options. As much abuse as it took, and as well as it held up I would love to have it back.