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This week's posts are brought to you by the 1987 Subaru Justy.

Sadly my first car, an '88 Justy, didn't have the AWD option, thus denying me the opportunity to visit girlfriends on stormy nights. Aw, who am I kidding, I didn't have any girlfriends then, even though my hair wasn't too dissimilar to that of the protagonist. But still, I never let a little inclement weather get in the way of rallying the shitbox around, pushing its diminutive 12" Pirellis beyond their limits.

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This week's posts are brought to you by the 1987-89 Subaru Justy 4WD.
As I mentioned in a post a week and a half ago, my first car was an '88 Justy DL shitbox. However, only front wheel drive for me. But that certainly didn't stop me from trying (horribly) to emulate the Group B rally stars of the day once the snow flakes fell. Or when I would drive out to the gravel farm roads a half an hour or so south of my parent's south suburban Chicago home.

I'm not sure what magazine this was ripped from, but it appears to be an especially-lame edition of Bicycling Magazine where they ran a story about bicycle-related vanity license plates.
I bet they also had an eyeglass mirror shootout (comparison test).

Down on the Street - Taipei Edition

Justys!
My first car was one of these diminutive shitboxes. They're VERY rare cars in the US now, disposable in nature and very prone to rust.
These two were parked within a block of each other. I've probably only seen a half a dozen of these in the last 15 years.
These are both 1990-'94 models with slightly rounded styling. The silver one is even "Super Deluxe"!
I wonder if the Super Deluxe moniker means that it has an accessory cupholder.

Here's my first car - an '88 Justy DL just in case you care (I know you don't but it's my blog so I'm showing it anyway).

When I bought it as a two year-old car, 1990:
The luxurious and sporty interior:

also shown, the first of many nice stereos to be pried from the dashboard by thieves

The stomping 66 HP 3 cylinder, 9 valve engine, which once propelled me, assisted by both gravity and a strong tailwind, to an indicated 95 MPH:

not-so fun fact: The Justy was the last car sold in the US with a carburetor
Good friend Joe and the Justy, ready to head to Green Lake with a crappy sailboat on the roof

After four and a half years and 113,000 miles, the car had had enough. Despite my best efforts, Midwestern road salt had started taking it's toll, the cheap vinyl seats were splitting and it had an seemingly-unfixable electrical gremlin that made it sputter. I parted ways and traded it in on a then three year-old SAAB 900.