I’ve been driving slow cars slow long, now.
I might be dangerous if I got another fast car.
[ What you’re about to read is an actual chain of thought that went through my head this week. If anything like this has ever happened to you, I’d like to know about it. Leave a comment? ]
Man, I loved that little truck. It was a beat nag, but it was a fucking riot. I never turned the key to start it. Had to push a button. And the key could just be pulled out anyway so whatever.
Rowing those long, agricultural gears in that sloppy, agricultural transmission, mud terrains roaring all the way to and from work in Scottsdale, windows down, radio cranked, bright orange racing stripes spray painted on the goddamn doors. Yeah. I hope I see that truck again one day. Patina is one thing. Character is another.
But still, if I had another fast car… maybe a 1G DSM. I can see myself sitting in that cockpit. Chunky black plastic everywhere, high and angular, with that stubby little shifter rising out of the console, pop-up headlights. Just a couple bolt-ons. Oh yeah. I can see myself driving one of those.
But why does it feel like I’m back in a Galant VR4? That big, open greenhouse, low shoulder line where you could rest your arm on the window if you had the windows down, but you don’t because you’re on the way home from the office, it’s 110° out there and you’re wearing a tie.
It feels like I’ve just grabbed fourth gear and the left lane. Guy in the Maxima who hesitated making the same move and was kinda pissed—until he heard a properly recirculated 1G blow off valve subtly vent through a hacked airbox and realized a Galant VR4 got the drop on him—and just gave me another thumbs up.
But if I was going to do the fast Mitsubishi thing again, maybe I should go for the GTO.
That’s gotta be incredible. I’ve only seen pictures of the dash, heard stories of the active aero, and can only imagine that 6G72 humming along at 80mph, low and lean, sophisticated and mean, winding in mile after mile of open road. In red of course.
But wait. They still have new Evo Xs on dealer lots out there.
Maybe I should get a clean, un-fucked-with Evo and just leave it stock. Stock Evos seem to hold their value and a 4-door is so much more practical, and the SST means V would probably enjoy driving it, too.
But damn. A bright red 3000GT VR4 would be incredible.
Damn. This is how a junky thinks, isn’t it.
Someday I’ll collect them all.
I’ve been driving slow cars slow long now…