When I totaled my beloved VW Rabbit in the late 80's, I needed a car fast and wound up with a used, baby blanket-blue Mercury Lynx, then a cousin of the Fort Escort. It was a two-door hatchback with doors that weighed a thousand pounds apiece. I hated that car, not because of anything particular it did to me, but because I really wanted …
When I totaled my beloved VW Rabbit in the late 80's, I needed a car fast and wound up with a used, baby blanket-blue Mercury Lynx, then a cousin of the Fort Escort. It was a two-door hatchback with doors that weighed a thousand pounds apiece. I hated that car, not because of anything particular it did to me, but because I really wanted my VW Rabbit back.
I gave it zero respect: I gunned through and over snow banks, I drove it through a black and white toll booth barrier on the Garden State Parkway (twice), I slammed those damn doors as hard as I could in retaliation for how hard they made it to put anything (like my son, food for the week) into the back seat. I even impaled it on a concrete barrier after pulling forward out of a parking space instead of reversing. The car kept going. And going. And going. When I could finally afford a new car, I got a Mazda 323 hatchback with FOUR doors the Lynx found a new life with a man who paid me $800 and then told me he was going to use it to commute with six other men from Manhattan to the restaurant they worked in down the road. Last I knew, it was still going.
The poor Mazada though: I'd only owned it a few months when I backed it into the concrete base of a streetlight in front of my new boss at the time.
This was a FUN story Elizabeth! Its funny what we just fall in love with whether a car, a pair of shoes or something else. For you it was that Rabbit. A Lynx was never going to do. I always thought it was a bad deal when they stopped naming cars and just started with the numbers. Yuk.
Elizabeth, this is such a great story about cars and drivers. I don't think you ever got over the loss of VW. But I don't blame you. Those Rabbits really captured the imagination in the 80s. As for whether or not the problem is you, I don't know. But even if the problem is you, I'm here for your car memories - they're great! Thank you for sharing this!
When I totaled my beloved VW Rabbit in the late 80's, I needed a car fast and wound up with a used, baby blanket-blue Mercury Lynx, then a cousin of the Fort Escort. It was a two-door hatchback with doors that weighed a thousand pounds apiece. I hated that car, not because of anything particular it did to me, but because I really wanted my VW Rabbit back.
I gave it zero respect: I gunned through and over snow banks, I drove it through a black and white toll booth barrier on the Garden State Parkway (twice), I slammed those damn doors as hard as I could in retaliation for how hard they made it to put anything (like my son, food for the week) into the back seat. I even impaled it on a concrete barrier after pulling forward out of a parking space instead of reversing. The car kept going. And going. And going. When I could finally afford a new car, I got a Mazda 323 hatchback with FOUR doors the Lynx found a new life with a man who paid me $800 and then told me he was going to use it to commute with six other men from Manhattan to the restaurant they worked in down the road. Last I knew, it was still going.
The poor Mazada though: I'd only owned it a few months when I backed it into the concrete base of a streetlight in front of my new boss at the time.
Perhaps the problem was me?
This was a FUN story Elizabeth! Its funny what we just fall in love with whether a car, a pair of shoes or something else. For you it was that Rabbit. A Lynx was never going to do. I always thought it was a bad deal when they stopped naming cars and just started with the numbers. Yuk.
Elizabeth, this is such a great story about cars and drivers. I don't think you ever got over the loss of VW. But I don't blame you. Those Rabbits really captured the imagination in the 80s. As for whether or not the problem is you, I don't know. But even if the problem is you, I'm here for your car memories - they're great! Thank you for sharing this!