All this talk about cars and such got me thinking a little sentimentally about one particular gem. Our 82' Toyota Celica that we drove in Hawaii. Some of you may or may not know that Deke and I lived in Hawaii Fall semester of 2006. She was our primary mode of transportation for when we needed to get somewhere that roller blades just wouldn't cut it for. No words can completely describe this little beaute', but I'll give it a go:
-Let's begin by saying she was completely free. As in zero dineros. Yup. Need I say more.
-We never registered her, so she was completely illegal too.
-At one time I think she must have been white. But now dirty cream and rust adorned her thanks to the continuous salty breeze of the islands.
-The back of the car was held together by really, really old duct tape.
-There were absolutely NO shocks whatsoever. If you reached speeds >than 5mp and went over a bump bigger than exactly 1 inch the metal surrounding the wheel well would scratch the tires. There were seriously little slices covering the entire wheel (all 4).
-The inside was covered with spider webs and really weird white ants. It also leaked when it rained which resulted in a permanent musty smell.
-The interior lights in the dashboard didn't work. I have one particularly fond memory of driving home from Sunset Beach after dark and Deke and I holding our cell phones over the dashboard so we could see how fast we were going (remember she was illegal so we really didn't want to get pulled over), and laughing the entire way home.
-One of my favorite memories with this car happened over our 1st anniversary. I'll try and describe it in as few words as possible: Going to stay in "town" (otherwise known as Honolulu for us Haole's). Cruising down the coast along the Kam in our illegal car (over an hour drive). Staying at super nice hotel in Waikiki. Pull up to unload our car and check in. Parking lot full of Beamers', Mercedes, lots of sports cars, etc.., Look on Bell hops face: Priceless.
The pics totally don't give the Celica's full glory it's due justice, but hopefully they'll give you a small smackeral of what a beaute she was:





