At the very end of November 2016 I had surgery. The surgery itself wasn’t particularly remarkable, but what is remarkable is how I woke up from anesthesia to find my savings account empty and the only clue was a series of seemingly blackout drunk emails to a guy in Japan named Abror.
Recap: I have a rusty POS Miata, a pristine and turbocharged Miata, and now I have a Focus RS. You’d think that I’d be pretty happy with things at this point, but that is far from the truth. Tuner culture is in my blood and you can bet that I’m not going to leave that behind!
I must concede that I have taken things a little out of order. The biggest mistake of my life started just before I got the second Miata, more than a year prior to the end of Part 7. One week before finding a Miata on Craigslist and contacting the seller in Toledo, I went to my local Ford dealership.
Apparently I missed the memo about 80s Friday, but here’s a review that I wrote of a 2017 Citroen C3. Originally posted June 22nd, 2017. And for the record, I still haven’t discovered a car worse than this one.
In the previous installment I told you about how I got out of DSMs entirely and got into a Miata named Rusty, but there is much, much more to the story. First up is the third car in three months that I didn’t get to last time.
Back in Part 4, my second DSM died for the third time and I abandoned it at a storage facility 110 miles from home. In Part 5, broke and without transportation, I buy a car. And another car. And another car.
Previously, I went from DSM1 to DSM2 and unwittingly poked the hornet’s nest of the DSM disease. Whereas my first DSM was a decent car and lasted me more than five years, this second one did neither of those things. The entire saga of this new DSM spans from its purchase in February until its third and final death in…
Take a break from the long, drawn out story of my life. Learn instead about a rental car that I drove two years ago. Originally posted June 13, 2017.
Last time, you got to hear about living with a DSM (as a first car, no less) and getting screwed by a supplier. Unfortunately for me, those were the least of my worries. Hopefully the leading photo doesn’t give it away...
If you missed out on Part 1, you can check it out here. In it, I bought a car sight-unseen and drove it 1100 miles home before I had even gotten a driver’s license. In this thrilling installment, things actually seem to go pretty well! Until they don’t.
I grew up with Need for Speed. Every kid my age did. My sister and I put more hours into that series than any other in our collection save maybe the Harry Potter PC games (we have eclectic tastes). The one that stood out in my mind the most, though, was the original Underground game. I never put any thought into the…