I remember recently saying that the only way I would ever own a car is if I won one, or if one was given to me. Well about two weeks ago the latter came true, and now I'm the owner of a flashy, sporty, chicks-dig-it, guys-get-jealous 1992 Mercury Topaz. My grandmother gave it to me as a gift, and since it was a grandmother's car, it's nearly in mint condition. It's fifteen years old and I drove it past the 17,000 km mark. Me da and I have been fixing and tweaking, having fun working on this little project. You might be surprised that I can fit in it. We might take out the driver's seat and move the bracings further back... then add some hydraulics, lower it down, put on some spinners and a 120w sub in the trunk... maybe not.
We'll see.
Kickass red wipers though, eh?
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do you think that mildly old vehicle would drive you to, say- i don't know- central MA perhaps?
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