Early 90s Ford white flakes off like that no matter what you do. My ‘91 Miata looked like a primer-spotted cow.
As soon as I saw the dimple on that end-link the half-day I spent pulling them off of my project Celica came flashing back. I ended up drilling through the stud and collapsing it with a mini sledge.
My neighbour has a painfully mint 9-5 sedan that I am waiting to see a “For Sale” sign in the window of.
The key to reading Glassdoor reviews is to see if there’s a specific complaint or event that a majority of the reviews bring up. Everything else is generally noise.
Maritime law says it’s yours.
There was a 9-5 listed for very cheap that just needed the alternator installed. Thinking it was suspicious that someone would rather sell the car than install an alternator, I looked up the job before asking to see the car.
This is a fantastic work of research you have done here, and I can picture the corkboard with blurry pictures connected by red yarn you must have on your wall.
Every 8.1 I’ve seen at this point has leaky injectors, so watch out for a rough/flooded cold start. Just floor it to disable the injectors while you crank.
“Rust needs air to work, right? How about if we just suffocate it?”
So you’re the guy.
Glow-in-the-dark. Give yourself a fighting chance against other drivers at night.
20 seconds flat.
There should be a support group or something for this.
I loved my ‘97. It was probably the best car I’ve ever owned. Definitely the best out of the four Impreza wagons I’ve owned.
That’s some weird stuff. I wonder where they got that massive COP setup. Looks almost like mod motor coils.
If you bring your international drivers’ license they will let you take a rip around their (low-speed, residential-simulating) test track in one of like 60 frickin’ cars including a Toyota Century.
You gotta go to Megaweb on Odaiba. The vintage museum there is wild.
Where are the Corollas?
Rare publicity for the Dart.