It's a 1990 Civic Wagon. But don't   let its boxy station-wagony badness fool you, it's not the sad 92hp car on its last leg that was harboring a rat and a pile of condoms under a mystery stain on the back seat (ew!) it was when I got it. The milkcarton and I have been battling from day one, it to just lay down and die, and me to have a decent car (even if it's not that aesthetically pleasing).

Oh the things I have been through with this car! Early on I decided that I would do all my own work on it, because I don't trust people and I'm poor. The only problem with that being, when I bought the car, I only knew how to change oil. Right after I bought the car, the waterpump died in a fit of jackhammery rage. I actually took it someplace to fix that because you have to rip half of the engine apart to get to the water pump on a Honda.

Then I put on new wheels (which are 15" stock steel wheels with wheel covers from a 2001 civic, I definitely didn't break the bank with that one, I got 4 wheels and tires for like $150), but then I noticed how shitty my suspension was, because the tires wore funny. And I didn't want to spend assloads on tires to only have them be fucked up, so I redid the entire suspension (new adjustable struts and lowering springs) this was great except the civic wagon is heavier than the civic hatch/sedan. So it lowered way too much in the front and my wheels scraped. This was remedied by rolling my fenders with a baseball bat. I plan on buying lower profile tires eventually.

Well, my cv axles were fucked, so I had them replaced so I could drive home for xmas, where my distributor died. AND, on the way back to Atl, my engine died about an hour south of Macon, leaving my stranded on the side of the road for 6 hours, as Kelly (who is the greatest friend in the whole wide world) rounded up someone to tow my car 3 hours and take me home. So, when i scraped up the money, I replaced the engine (with d16a9, which is a european ZC).

Now, my brakes need redoing, as well as my exhaust system, and I broke my damn near brand new cv axles replacing my engine, so i have to do that as well. After that though, I'll have a brand new car pretty much, as I've replaced damn near everything that could possibly go wrong. I've put entirely too much money into fixing this car and I really don't like to think about it.

So after all that, I have a milkcarton with 130hp, and sweet ass adjustable struts, that weighs nothing. I take great joy in racing ricers because my car looks stock, and I know it must be emasculating to be beaten by a girl driving a station wagon.