Either I have a really cool neighbor, or my neighbor has a really cool friend.
I was able to stop and take a terrible picture of this car the second time that I saw it on my block.
I remember hearing stories about golden valve covers and the technicians engraving their names on the crankshaft after hand balancing.
Hipster Alert! This is the STi that existed before STi was a noun and that people don’t know about.
Well, of course you do, loyal QRgarage reader, but you are not the average lady, are you.
One day when I have a private automotive museum I will have a rustless RS RA.
But until then I will settle for acting like a kid when I see one on the street, and remembering that everything is better in my mind than in reality.
That is exactly why we have myths and why we love legends.