One of my worst experiences with a car was an '86 GL wagon, which had some kind of electronic problem with the oxygen sensor, so it ran rich all the time. For the life of me, I did every kind of check that I could do to that miserable little oka, but I could not fix it. One of my few defeats in this career. This one, having 11K original miles, might just be a jewel for someone serious about keeping it low miles, but they better have some electrical/electronic skills to keep that engine running.
If it ran continually rich, the catylytic converter would have glown and the carpet with undercoating should have caught fire. I once have seen a SAAB doing just that
Well, I can't say I've ever seen one of those mini cars, but I can still remember seeing those Subarus when I was younger.
It's like that scene from that 1977 movie "The Goodbye Girl" with Richard Dreyfuss and Marsha Mason: (Mason is working at an auto show, showing off Subarus; the night before, she has a cold cream mask on, in preparation for the next day's work) "Out of my way, please. I have to sell my little Japanese cars in the morning." "That's why you got the Kabuki makeup on?"
I doubt that we'll be seing this 4-4-2 on the road anymore. This should be any seller of a classic car's utter nightmare:
My brother drove one of those (twin-screw though) and it was loud (especially the turbocharger) and very uncomfortable for the passenger.
Oh, I don't know. After having watched the following video, I think I'd rather drive a Kenwood or Peterbilt where you could sit behind a long hood and have a big engine between you and the hood ornament. I'd hate to be the untertaker that has to patch one of these cheddar cheese pizzas together again, if they even have open-casket displays for things like this over there. They're known for eating most anything that moves, anyway. So, maybe they'll end back up in the food chain again
This is the neighbors at moms house. Truck has been there my entire life. My brother has always wanted to buy it. Now that they’ve all but moved to the nursing home it’s for sale and he’s got cold feet. Neat little truck
Forget about your brother. Place the empty jar under the tree, with a note taped to it telling Santa to fill it up and leave a pair of woolen socks next to it. Once you get warmed up, bring the Nissan home, throw a plastic tarp into the bed, fill it up with water and then tell your wife that you just bought the kids a portable swimming pool for X-mas