- Location
- Allen, Texas
*disclaimer: I may never actually finish this project. I just like to tinker on random sh*t that doesn't really matter.*
Bored and since I am essential and have to be here, here goes!
A little over a year and a half ago, a friend of mine (a notorious purveyor of junk) called me, knowing I wanted a donor Subaru for a bus swap at one distant day in the long future. Luckily (un?) for me, just the right little beater arrived on his doorstep to be crushed, and it could be mine all mine for the princely sum of $200 if I came and got it today. Inquiring about the title and completeness confirmed that it did indeed come with all its pedigree and was a complete car. Without a pic one, or a lick of good sense, I nabbed the trailer and went over immediately.
What I found was the most beat to sh*t Subaru outback that ever was. Every time you walked around it, you found more body damage. The passenger rear was hit to the point the rear door no longer opens, and i assume the wheel was destroyed, because there she stood, on three and half legs, looking pathetic. To add insult to injury, after being dropped off to be scrapped, the owner fired a single round through the windshield of the dutiful little wagon in what was described to be a "finally dead to me" moment.
I asked my friend if he knew anything about it at all, and he said that all he could tell me was the guy who turned it in got it in a divorce, and lost his truck, so he (in a bizarre act of rebellion) worked out of it, and worked the sh*t out of it, a story the interior confirmed.
How bizarre.
It was at that point I told him I didn't want a broke down piece of crap Subaru, and thanked him very much for wasting my time. Without answering me, he reached in and turned the key.
The oft knocked around Subaru fired to life immediately, and settled into a sedately little hum. Its hard to believe that anything this beat up could still run, but i hopped in and ran it around the yard. It ran drove and stopped fine (ish), didnt over heat or make any supremely odd noises other than a clunk in the rear when first starting off. It was almost like the sad little Outback wanted to head home with me, instead of into the waiting maw of the metal recycler.
As I pulled back around to where the trailer was, he had the title in his hand, and away went my money. I mean, why not? $200 is stupid cheap for a titled donor that drives itself onto the trailer. And I'm a sucker for a cheap derelict car. Oh well. Cheaper than a drug addiction.
And away we go.
Bored and since I am essential and have to be here, here goes!
A little over a year and a half ago, a friend of mine (a notorious purveyor of junk) called me, knowing I wanted a donor Subaru for a bus swap at one distant day in the long future. Luckily (un?) for me, just the right little beater arrived on his doorstep to be crushed, and it could be mine all mine for the princely sum of $200 if I came and got it today. Inquiring about the title and completeness confirmed that it did indeed come with all its pedigree and was a complete car. Without a pic one, or a lick of good sense, I nabbed the trailer and went over immediately.
What I found was the most beat to sh*t Subaru outback that ever was. Every time you walked around it, you found more body damage. The passenger rear was hit to the point the rear door no longer opens, and i assume the wheel was destroyed, because there she stood, on three and half legs, looking pathetic. To add insult to injury, after being dropped off to be scrapped, the owner fired a single round through the windshield of the dutiful little wagon in what was described to be a "finally dead to me" moment.
I asked my friend if he knew anything about it at all, and he said that all he could tell me was the guy who turned it in got it in a divorce, and lost his truck, so he (in a bizarre act of rebellion) worked out of it, and worked the sh*t out of it, a story the interior confirmed.
How bizarre.
It was at that point I told him I didn't want a broke down piece of crap Subaru, and thanked him very much for wasting my time. Without answering me, he reached in and turned the key.
The oft knocked around Subaru fired to life immediately, and settled into a sedately little hum. Its hard to believe that anything this beat up could still run, but i hopped in and ran it around the yard. It ran drove and stopped fine (ish), didnt over heat or make any supremely odd noises other than a clunk in the rear when first starting off. It was almost like the sad little Outback wanted to head home with me, instead of into the waiting maw of the metal recycler.
As I pulled back around to where the trailer was, he had the title in his hand, and away went my money. I mean, why not? $200 is stupid cheap for a titled donor that drives itself onto the trailer. And I'm a sucker for a cheap derelict car. Oh well. Cheaper than a drug addiction.
And away we go.
