じゃーね


solongI get attached to cars, but I never thought I’d get attached to this thing. Our family wagon survived nearly three years of my abuse, my wife’s negligence and kids slamming doors, kicking seats, spilling ice cream and repeatedly cycling the windows up and down.

Besides my beloved AE86, this was the longest I ever owned a car. Considering that it’s almost purple in colour… it really must have been awesome. Although I suppose the fact that it shared hubs with all of my toy cars, and thus was able to occasionally wear cool shoes, dramatically increased it’s life span.

The pistons slapped terribly at cold temperatures, rust bubbled on the rear quarters and no matter what we did it always seemed to have a cracked windshield… but it always handled itself perfectly in Alberta winters, blew cold AC in the American south west, carried car seats and strollers and multiple animal shaped umbrellas, yet still somehow managed 90mph climbing “Going to the Sun Rd.” in the hands of my timid wife. The police officer was as shocked as I was.

Best wishes in your new life, purple bucket. How can I not replace you with another Subaru?

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