Thinking about my old 86 and the good times I had with it. Running Okinawa Touge with friends, Crashing 2 twice on the touge and being able to drive home. Ripping it up at the Bull Ring. Cruising around. Trying to load the car on a truck to take it to the track. Having my door fall off because of the rust, or being able to rip my tail light bezel out because nothing is holding it in.
I had lots of fun with this car. I learned how to drift in this car. This is the car that I really learned how to drive, and will always have a special place in my heart.