Alright, since I have something finally fun, that moves out decently, I decided to finally post up pictures for everyone that hasn't seen my bucket o crap.
Before I post pictures, before anyone askes why I have such a bucket, and why don't I sell it for a nicer one, lemme give the brief history on the car.
This car was bought brand new off the lot in 1991 *as a 92 model* by my mother and father, its a bottom of the line CX, Manual EVERYTHING, power NOTHING. The down payment on this car was provided by my grandfather *Mothers father*, who had just passed away, but due to her poor credit, the car was in my fathers name. My parents divorced in 96ish *can't even remeber, its been awhile* and my dad got the car, as it was in his name. My dad promised me when I was like 12, that it would be my car one day, and sure enough, I turned 16, and he didn't give me jack shit. Finally, in Oct of 06, the IRS was putting pressure on him due to him avoiding some un-paid tax *And not paying child support* so he signed the car off to me so the IRS couldn't take it. So all these years later, the car that picked me up on weekends, the car that I learned to drive stick in, is now mine, and happens to be one of the most desirable civic platforms ever made.
as far as just how badly beat up this car is, It has spent nearly its entire life in the city of chicago, but was under-body coated at the dealer, so the under body is still solid. The rippled hood is due to the latch failing years back, and my dad never bothered replacing the latch/cable, just the glass (I did replace the latch/cable)
I fucking love the way this shifter and shift knob look/feel in this car
And the B18B love:
Before I post pictures, before anyone askes why I have such a bucket, and why don't I sell it for a nicer one, lemme give the brief history on the car.
This car was bought brand new off the lot in 1991 *as a 92 model* by my mother and father, its a bottom of the line CX, Manual EVERYTHING, power NOTHING. The down payment on this car was provided by my grandfather *Mothers father*, who had just passed away, but due to her poor credit, the car was in my fathers name. My parents divorced in 96ish *can't even remeber, its been awhile* and my dad got the car, as it was in his name. My dad promised me when I was like 12, that it would be my car one day, and sure enough, I turned 16, and he didn't give me jack shit. Finally, in Oct of 06, the IRS was putting pressure on him due to him avoiding some un-paid tax *And not paying child support* so he signed the car off to me so the IRS couldn't take it. So all these years later, the car that picked me up on weekends, the car that I learned to drive stick in, is now mine, and happens to be one of the most desirable civic platforms ever made.
as far as just how badly beat up this car is, It has spent nearly its entire life in the city of chicago, but was under-body coated at the dealer, so the under body is still solid. The rippled hood is due to the latch failing years back, and my dad never bothered replacing the latch/cable, just the glass (I did replace the latch/cable)
I fucking love the way this shifter and shift knob look/feel in this car
And the B18B love:
on the integra, then i sold them to my neighbor lol i love those rims, fucking hard as hell to find though
