I always wanted to like these, but the center-mounted gauges were always a deal-breaker. I’d take my $3,800 elsewhere. Maybe find a nice Matrix. CP.

Oh baby. Yes please. If I didn’t live in Chicago, where this thing would be a pile of rusty powder after two years, I would buy it.

Fuck yeah. Easy NP.

Fuck, that one’s a no-brainer. NP all day.

I’d do it, just because I have an odd boner for manual transmissions where they usually aren’t. Even though I shouldn’t, I am voting NP.

Lame.

It would be worth more (not really) if he hadn’t fucked with it. CP.

None taken! I like the cut of your jib, sir.

A buttload may not actually be a unit of measurement (though I use it all the time). However, a butt certainly is. It’s but one of the goofy English units of measurement no doubt conceived by someone smoking the same stuff it would take to get an otherwise sane person to buy this car.

A crackpipe haiku:

Old Hondas will always have a special place in my heart that no amount of logic or common sense can quash. NP.

Yeesh...maybe for somebody, but not me. CP.

Automatic? Sad face. I would have said NP but for that.

I bought a Volkswagen.

By the twenty-four balls of the twelve Apostles, not a chance. Holy crackpipe, Batman.

Fast wagon with a manual for four grand? Hell yeah.

It's worth $29,995 just for that ass.

Oh man...the blow you could snort out of just the seams in the seats. Mountainous. Plus, it looks a little too “let’s just throw a wad of cash at Pep Boys” for my tastes, but where my interest lies is taking this thing, putting some slightly more subdued wheels on it, lose the cheezy stuff, and have a nice Q-ship.…

I was gonna make a crappy joke about the sunroof too. In fact, I did, and then I realized I was like the tenth (or something) in line. So, since I can't delete, consider this the space where my crappy (and redundant) joke was herewith redacted.

We had an '85 version, a brown two-door. I learned to drive stick in it. A cool little car. I'd buy this just for the nostalgia. NP.