I bought this car for $100. It was my first ever manual shift, and this is the car I learned how to drive stick in, as I drove it through city traffic from where I bought it. It was a tough car, and I was sold on Subaru ever since. I got fired from Domino's because I wrecked the Grand Am. I saw the Subaru as Hires Auto Parts when I was looking for parts. This was the first car I had that was in my name only, with my own insurance policy. I had tow and recovery added to my premium, because I knew that I would be getting stupid with the 4-wheel drive. First thing I did when I got it home was part out the CB and Baja Lights from the Grand Am and put them in the Subaru. I bought a pair of Fog lights and mounted them on the front of above the headlights.
it was too good to be true to have a 4x4 wagon, and I went looking for Baja
Trails all over
I decided to go all out with making it a Baja car, and I had at it. The fender was dented when I first got it, and there was rust around the wheel wells. I took at it with the power saw and cut all that stuff off. I also adjusted the valve lash and set the timing, and installed Bosch Platinum spark plugs.
I got it running pretty damn good, and I couldn’t help but get stupid. I was running over trash cans in the alleys, and dragged them under the car several blocks before they would fall out. I tore it up in the mud, grass, and on the street. The motor had plenty of horsepower, winding up to 6 or 7000 rpm between shifts. I tackled the toughest of obstacles, driving up steep hills and blazing along railroad tracks at 45 mph.
One time, I nearly got my car, myself, and 2 of my friends almost killed at the tracks. I was crossing a track, and I was going to stop and look for a train, but my friend told me not to worry about it. Just then, I saw the headlight of a train coming around the bend. I hit the brakes(which weren’t very good) and stopped about 4 feet from the rails. I was trying to back up, but I wasn't quite used to the shifting, and I kept putting it in 4th and stalling. I wasn't sure how far the train overhung the track, but I thought it would at least hit the front corner if the car. I finally got it going at the last second, and made a narrow escape. That didn’t stop me from off-roading. I tried to drive through a deep puddle at the hotel semi truck parking lot, but I slipped in and lost traction. (good thing for that tow and recovery ins.) That took care of the situation. I was at Mertal's house and we were going to leave, with him driving. Before we left, Mertal decided to take a few laps around the yard. I asked him to let me drive in his yard, as I drove around his yard, I remembered the days we tore it up on the Yamaha Blaster. I was getting on it. I was tearing it up by the barn where you wouldn’t think a car would fit. Then I shot off into the field and hauled ass up into 4th gear. Oh what fun! In a station wagon!.
I had a job delivering pizza for Papa John's. Winter had set in, snowing all at once on the first snowfall. The 4-wheel drive was excellent, unstoppable, as you will. I liked to drift around turns, taking advantage of momentum to slide the car around. But one day I slid into a curb and bent the rear axle. I was driving around with a crooked wheel, dog tracking severely. I still delivered, and the car would slide around as it hit dry and icy spots on the road. I managed to drive it like this for several hundred miles, making 45 mile trips back and forth. One night I almost spun out doing 45 on state road 3. But driving a car like this would make you an expert driver, and I recovered with no problem. I bought another Subaru, and this one sat at my mom's house. When I bought my Pinto, I drove it for the first time in the snow, and slid through a curve and hung it up on a pile of logs. With no one to help me, I walked back and started up the Subaru after it had sat for quite some time (it had never failed me yet). It had a donut on the front, and a flat on the other side from excessive tire wear, and of course, the bent axle. I grabbed the tow strap, and went to rescue the Pinto. No one was around to sit in the Pinto to help it out, so The Subaru was doing all the work. After a few tries, I managed to pull the Pinto free, with a flat, a donut, and a bent wheel on a patch of ice, at 7000 rpm in reverse and a hole in the radiator. (Goddam!) My mom was tired of me having cars all over the yard, so she had the poor thing towed away. It brings a tear to my eye, there being no other car like it. It is now my lifelong Quest to have another Subaru Wagon