My SVX does have sort of a claim to fame.

You shared this just to sneak that middle finger in there, didn’t you?

Not a rare car? I’d say it definitely is. I’ve maybe seen two in my entire pathetic life!

Can’t be a 1999. The SVX was only made from 92 to 97.

From the listing, “The transmission has been replaced with a Subaru remanufactured unit, and we also performed a transmission fluid and filter service.”

If you are shopping for an Accord or Camry, then you are not shopping for anything from 1996. Yes, this absolutely could be an enthusiast ride (even with that slush box) because not everybody equates fun car with how well they do at a track. Some people just like to drive and enjoy a cool car.
 

13 year old me says “you want this car.. it’s so weird and the fighter jet windows are so darn cool.”

Re-teaching my mom to drive stick when she comandeered my YJ Wrangler. In order for her to be able to push the clutch down I had to double fold a pillow and put it behind her.

My mom used to open the sunroof on her ‘64 Beetle and let me and my friend ride standing on the running boards and holding on to the edge of the sunroof as she drove around the back streets. A little later, when I was 13 or so, she decided it was time for me to learn to drive, so we went to the grocery store parking…

Riding down the road, feet dangling inches from the pavement, sitting on the tailgate of her 66ish Ford Falcon wagon. I was probably 7 years old, around 1968. No fucks were given back then.

The best car experience I had with my mom was a lesson in courage and decisiveness.

I was about 4 years old and my sister was about 6. The family had just bought a new Ford Pinto station wagon. White with tan interior. This was in the late 70s or early 80s. Probably 1979.

My sister and I loved to ride in the wagon…

Mom grew up in Italy and moved to the US with my Dad when he met her in Abruzzi. A young woman in a strange land who didn’t yet know the language. She learned to drive in America, in a 1963 Buick Riviera with the 425. You can’t even imagine the size difference between that car and the Italian cars she rode in when in…

Summer of 2016 I did Euro Delivery of a BMW M235i. Surprised Mom with first class tickets to Munich. Spent almost a month and 5000 miles with her driving around Europe. Germany, Austria, Hungary, Italy, Switzerland, and France. Went to Dachau (she’s a history buff), Herculaneum, drove up Mt Vesuvius. Explored Rome…

I had just put a cold air intake on my car and was revving it in the garage when my mom flung open the garage door, looked right at me and after a pregnant pause...”sounds bitchin” then went back inside without a word.

Mom had just met a telephone pole with our first Mustang avoiding two kids on the same bicycle, one riding the handlebar,. on a busy street. Seeing how 1965 Corvette’s had four wheel vented disc brakes then, I convinced her to test drive a coupe at the dealer.

the two memories i recall of driving/riding with my mother is first, when she hit a motorcyclist that was riding his harley on the sidewalk... we were turning into a parking lot and this cyclist just mozying down the sidewalk, she didn’t see him and cut him off...

Do I have to have been born yet? Because the coolest definitely has to be the time she squeezed into a Ferrari while 8 months pregnant with me and went on the skidpad.

I learned to drive (in a manual, nonetheless) when I was 9. When my Mom was pregnant with my little sister, I was about 13, and I had been practicing to drive on rural highways pretty regularly (with either my Dad or Mom in the passenger seat). My parents have always been believers of preparing me for adult skills,…

Because he is a caustic asshole unwilling to spell out shit (or spell buy correctly.)

Why would that bring you enjoyment?