Occasionally in life, extremely practical and convenient bargains come out of nowhere and waft around under your nose, giving you the opportunity to accept something wonderful. Other times, bargains are extremely inconvenient, but slap you in the face so hard you can feel the sensation all the way down to your right bollock (or whichever one hangs lowest in your case).
So how did I come to own this Japanese wedge of 1980’s awesomeness i hear you ask? well..
One of my closest mates, (and also one of the sketchiest) ended up in a police chase, leaving him in an unfortunate predicament. Get rid of the car or try his hand at being a prison wife.
Every cloud and all that though, as it meant I could get my hands on my first car for the steep price of ten Pounds (I’ve spent more on unnecessary posh beer).
Above: A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD ME, ECSTATIC WITH MY NEW PURCHASE. NOT SO MUCH WITH MY LESBIAN HAIR CUT.
Due to the fact that my mate had destroyed the poor Honda’s engine in an incredible cloud of smoke and noise, it didn’t run, and never saw the road again. I knew it never would and so did he. But at least I took the plunge and can now tell this story to you, and to my grand kids. ‘’You know, back in my day we used to buy cars for the same price you paid for that Freddo bar!’’
I’ll stop droning about my bleak car history soon, I promise.
by Alex Young