The Car Thread

[melissam]

My dream car has always been the Porsche 911. For me, it has everything -- good lucks, fantastic handling, a bit of oomph, and some quirkiness (air cooled rear engine, anyone? )

I promised myself I'd by a 911 when I graduated from college. So, upon getting my first "real" job after graduation, I went to the Porsche dealership and found out that the payments would take up most of my paycheck. That didn't even include insurance and maintenance.

I had to go with Plan B for a while -- non-Porsche sports/sporty cars. I bought a Pontiac Fiero GT (not as bad as its reputation, it was my Porsche in training), a Ford Probe GT, an MGB. All were nice enough cars, but they were no Porsche 911.

After over 10 years of "real" jobs, I could afford a 911 and its upkeep, and still make the mortgage payments. I bought a used '90 911 and have enjoyed it for the past 10 years. We've been to a few track days and autocrosses. For a while it was my daily driver, now it is in semi-retirement in the garage.

Here's my car doing what it does best at an autocross school, with me in the driver's seat:

[mayanorange]

VW Scirocco junkie here... I went through 3 of them and there's a new 2009 (the last one was 1992ish) coming out soon! I'm sooooo excited.



Currently driving a Pontiac Vibe, which is fun too, but nothing beat my old 16V zoom zoom

[reddDesign]

Very nice! I almost bought an older Merc...included a hard top and a brand new soft top...but at the time needed some welding done. Looking back I probably should have gotten it, but it wasn't right at the time.

What's a "wink" mirror?

A wink mirror is a full length, paneled rear view mirror ala:


My mirror fell off so, since I do a lot of driving and road rallies, I opted for that style instead.

I had to go with Plan B for a while -- non-Porsche sports/sporty cars. I bought a Pontiac Fiero GT (not as bad as its reputation, it was my Porsche in training), a Ford Probe GT, an MGB. All were nice enough cars, but they were no Porsche 911.

Awesome...funnily enough...I love Fiero's, my 3rd car was a Probe GT (the motor/trans from that is in my car now!) and a good friend of mine owns an MGB...was his daily for awhile.

VW Scirocco junkie here... I went through 3 of them and there's a new 2009 (the last one was 1992ish) coming out soon! I'm sooooo excited.

Ever checked out the durocco? http://www.durocco.com/

[redrhodie]

I drive a 13 year old beater that I feel safe in, but my bikes are hot!

[reddDesign]

Hey now...my car is 16 years old and my daily driver, and cost half as much as my bike

[redrhodie]

At least you love yours! If there's anything to love about mine, it's that


no wait, there's nothing lovable about my car

[Karma007]

I drive a 13 year old beater that I feel safe in, but my bikes are hot!

That's funny! When I moved back to CA, I didn't want a car at all, but bf thought it was a good idea. I have a 1998 Mustang, in black. It looks really sharp, especially w/ the bike rack and my red/white/black bike on the back. It's just too big for me. I have a hard time seeing out the window and parking.

[TsPoet]

I just traded my MINI (Cooper) in on a...
MINI (Clubman)
I can't imagine every driving anything else. Once you go MINI, you never go back.

I tried to detail it myself this weekend. Took me about 10 hr (I kid you not) and I did a terrible job! Guess it's worth the $150 they charge to get it done right.
Hydro is the best car product ever, for those between detailing times.
I'm in a random mood today, obviously.

[TsPoet]

Although I'm not going to sell my MINI, I think I'm going to get one of these (with an electric assist) to be as car free as possible next year

http://www.greenspeed.com.au/Glyde.htm
if I could only get over the price and the sex toy looks of the thing.

[andtckrtoo]

I just traded my MINI (Cooper) in on a...
MINI (Clubman)
I can't imagine every driving anything else. Once you go MINI, you never go back.

I tried to detail it myself this weekend. Took me about 10 hr (I kid you not) and I did a terrible job! Guess it's worth the $150 they charge to get it done right.
Hydro is the best car product ever, for those between detailing times.
I'm in a random mood today, obviously.

My Mini - he out handles anything out there, including my step son's Boxter. Now, my step son can beat me on the straightaways, but I kill him on the curves.

[Adventure Girl]

This is Bethy. She's a 1971 Super Beetle. I have had her since 1976. Originally she belonged to my Uncle when he lived in Germany. I drove her through high school and college. When Robert and I got married, we left our wedding in Bethy with "Just Married" on the windows! Robert hates working on her, but he does it because it makes me happy.



This is my every-day car. It's a 2001 New Beetle. The trunk is full of bike stuff. And there is at least one bike on top about 75% of the time the car is on the road! The license plate says I (heart) MY VWS.



And this is Robert's hot rod truck. It's a 1965 GMC with a 427 small block. It consumes lots of fossil fuel! It's a perfect "date night" truck. Robert has done EVERYTHING on this truck and it has been on the cover of Hot Rod Magazine. He's very proud of it!

[skinimini]

I just traded my MINI (Cooper) in on a...
MINI (Clubman)
I can't imagine every driving anything else. Once you go MINI, you never go back.

I so agree! I've never been particularly car crazy, but I just love my Mini. And, Ive never named anything else before, but when I laid eyes on him, he was definitely a Maxx.

Christine, oooh! How lovely!

[ZenSojourner]

My dream car has always been the Porsche 911. For me, it has everything -- good lucks, fantastic handling, a bit of oomph, and some quirkiness (air cooled rear engine, anyone? )

Oh yeah, I had one of those in college. It was in a '69 VW Fastback.

I loved that car. It was my first car that RAN. We'll ignore the Mercury Comet that never ran, bought on the advice of a bf who of course never fixed it.

And I learned my lesson. I learned to fix things on that car MYSELF.

Ah, the happy memories, me on my back, scrunched up under the car with a half a hacksaw blade, sawing the hose clamps off the fuel lines so I could replace them . . . me on my back, scrunched up under the car with a socket wrench, removing the oil screen so I could change the oil . . . me on my back, scrunched up . . . well, you get the picture.

You know, I haven't owned a car since that I could get under without having it on a lift.

I bought a book, "How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive". It was spiral bound, in black and white, and it told you EVERYTHING about your VW, up to and including step by step instructions for how to tear down and rebuild the engine. I was chasing the Snap-On man around town, looking for that one elusive specialty tool I needed that nobody else sold (it was some kind of specialty torque wrench) so I could accomplish the engine rebuild, when I opened the trunk one day (which was on the FRONT of the car) and found myself looking at the tire, and I don't mean the spare.

Turns out the only reason the car had held together as long as it had was because the extra heavy duty trunk liner was holding the chunks of rust together.

I loved that car. The owner's manual was in German. It had been bought by a service man or woman IN GERMANY and then shipped back stateside, in fact I found an old driver's license (long expired) when cleaning the car out one day with a picture of a pretty young black woman in uniform. The first thing I found after I bought the car was an ashtray full of illegal drugs - apparently one of the mechanics at the dealership where I bought it had thought it was a safe place to hide his stash. I was about to throw it all out when my older brother offered to do it for me. Well, I'm sure he disposed of them SOME way (I was young and naive and it never occurred to me what he intended or I'd have flushed them myself, but I was honestly afraid to touch them).

That car had a NAME. Oh, I've named cars on occasion since - the Tetanusmobile, the TestosteroneMobile - but not like this. This car had a PERSONAL name.

Lola. Because "whatever Lola wants, Lola gets".

I remember rejoicing when the odometer turned over 100k miles. I remember long drives in the winter - well they SEEMED like long drives - with me wrapped in 2 quilts, bundled up in a heavy parka and mittens, ice scraper in one hand and the window open because the air cooled engine didn't work up enough heat to defrost either the window OR the driver. So I would alternate scraping off the ice forming on the inside of the windshield with scraping off the ice forming on the OUTSIDE of the window. A running joke among my friends was me getting a speeding ticket in winter: "But officer, I'm telling the truth - I HAD to go 60 in that 35 mph zone because the heater won't work if I don't!" The only warm spot in the car in winter was the rear seat, right over the heat exchangers.

I was pissed because JC Whitney cashed the check I sent them for parts AFTER they had gone into bankruptcy (this was 'way back before the internet would warn you about things like that). They were my prime source for parts, I was waiting for some stuff that was supposed to turbo-charge my heat exchangers.

I once snapped off a stud when replacing the oil screen after an oil change and gave myself a huge goose-egg on my forehead, the morning of a family Xmas get together. Boy did my older sister pi ss and moan about how I ruined the family pictures (and that gives you some idea of HER personality, that all she cared about was "ruined" pictures, not that I might have given myself a concussion).

Oh Lola, Lola, Lola! Fond remembrances! It's a lost and lorn woman I am these 29 years since your passing. There'll always be that Lola-shaped hole in my heart where you rested easy while you were with me! Wherever you've gone must be car heaven, for in what universe could justice and mercy exist were it otherwise? You were my chariot of fire, who carried me forth boldly and brought me home safely. You saw me through lean times when selling my plasma for grocery money was the only way to keep from starving. It was in you I learned to drive, and to love driving stick. You were a forgiving teacher and easy on the pocketbook back when gas prices lurched from 35c to over FIFTY CENTS A GALLON (29 mpg, thank the lord!)

Wherever you are, may God hold you in the palm of his hand, but never clench his fist too tight!

[Mr. Bloom]

And I learned my lesson. I learned to fix things on that car MYSELF.

Good for you ZenSo!

So, in 1986, Silver and a couple of women from work took AUTO MECHANICS

Although she bought all the stuff to change her own oil, she only did that once (and I think I just saw the filter wrench in the garage...20 years later)

But, where it served us well was when we bought a 1987 Mazda 626. It totally disarmed the saleman that:

• While Mr. Silver is sitting in the front seat playing with the stereo,
• Silver is under the hood talking with him about "rack and pinion" this and "fuel injected" that

I realized that we were on to something, so we decided (over HER objections) that SHE needed to negotiate the price!

Well, we knew this was good when she laid out a price...and the salesman said "SHOULDN'T I BE TALKING WITH YOUR HUSBAND?" and she said "Nope, this is the deal..."

To this day, I'm absolutely convinced that we got the car for less than invoice (because she got twice as much on our trade as it was worth...)

But, that was a different day...

[reddDesign]

Mazda 626 Was it the older two door one?

I have a soft spot for Mazdas...clearly...

Oh and Zen...my car's name is Macy