All weather monster.
… Well… that was short lived. My Pulsar ownership was the shortest ownership of any car I’ve ever had… and I’ve owned a lot of cars. I sold it on January 19th 2007 to Arlyn G… who everyone in Calgary should know as… fabricator extraordinaire. I’m jealous of all the things he’s probably going to do to it.
I didn’t get a chance to make any gigantic memories in this car, so it’s hard for me to call it the favorite among cars I’ve owned, but it is CERTAINLY, the best car I’ve ever owned, and might even be the best car I will ever own. In the short time I owned it… I couldn’t find any weak points. Instead, it just got better and better, and never once disappointed me.
How do I mean? For starters… this car ran the fastest time at the first winter auto-x I ever took it to… which also happened to be, my first time driving the car all out… and… my first time ever driving on gravel… all out. I’ll tell you… I wasn’t even close to the cars capacity, and I managed FTD by almost a second… even with a 2 second cone penalty. FAST.
On top of that, it was comfortable everyday. It could blast to ridiculous speeds without blinking, it could carry bags and garbage and boxes and parts and people and animals and… It was still small enough to slice and dice traffic.
Right now I need to focus on other things… but in the future, I hope I can have another car that compares to this one. Something with a turbo and 4wd. Something I can drive anytime, anywhere and never worry. Something that can be incredibly fast, and yet completely invisible. I’ve been thinking about what that car might be: ST185? BC5? GC8?… and none of them really compare. ST185, a fat pig that really doesn’t have the amazing driving position, or the carrying capacity of the RNN14. BC5… a great car, even if look likes ASS, but if I could buy parts for it I’d be there. GC8… why would I want to be like so many other wannabe poseur rally drivers? Plus somehow, the inherent “subaru-ness” of the GC8 really annoys me.
So… maybe in time, I will own another.
Specifications of the Machine