DarrenC at ampartners.com
Mon Apr 6 16:30:31 CDT 2009
A nice tribute to a car many of us love and even more miss. At least
you still have a classic SE-R in the future. One of my '91s is now
slated to have it's insurance removed because it hasn't moved in years
and my wife feels it's a bit of money that we can use elsewhere (can't
fault her for that). This was a car that my wife bought for me for our
second anniversary knowing how much I loved my first SE-R. I still plan
on keeping it and getting it back into running condition. I even turned
down a few grand to sell to a neighbor who wanted to auto-x it. Happily
, my original SE-R, one of the first to play in the streets of Hawaii,
celebrated it's 18th year with me last week (production date: 11/90)
after returning from a family trip to SoCal. Nothing special, just a
nice, fun drive, as usual and a promise to fix all the little old-age
issues . . . eventually. Long live the original formula: B13 SE-R.
From: se-r-bounces at se-r-list.org [mailto:se-r-bounces at se-r-list.org] On
Behalf Of Jim Wright
Sent: Monday, April 06, 2009 10:39 AM
To: se-r list
Subject: Journey's End
My SE-R adventure of 16 years, 5 months, and about 260k miles will be
coming to a conclusion later this month, going out, not with a bang,
but with a whimper. As far as cars go, not going out with a bang is
probably preferable, but still, a sad moment.
A recent hail storm in Austin took its toll on my trusty '91, and
because we still carried full coverage, my wife has convinced me to
turn in the claim. My car has definitely seen better days, gone are
the days of regular washes and waxes, pampered storage in a garage
when not in use, regular maintenance to correct the slightest of
squeaks or rattles. Years in the Texas sun have ruined the paint,
hail has pelted the body more than once, a nasty dent to a rear panel
when I had the car parked on the street, and my wife backed into
it... The passenger door that refuses to unlock, another round of
suspension replacement long overdue, the barely noticeable feel of the
clutch just barely beginning, again, to slip, AC that hasn't worked in
years, more rattles and squeaks than the car has bolts, the floor mat
my heel has worn a hole through, and another year of wondering if I'll
be able to get it to pass the emissions inspection again.
I've abused my car, and it has taken the punishment, but still it
responds faithfully when I demand the performance it was designed to
deliver, pulling me through tight curves, accelerating away from
traffic, and stopping those times when I needed braking power the most.
The circle is now drawing to a close. My SR-R was the first on the
road in St. Louis, I remember exchanging waves with fellow SE-R
drivers on the highways those first few months, with the cars in short
supply, we all knew we had something special. The roads are once
again sparsely populated with '91s and again fellow drivers wave, at
least, those who know what they have, and still appreciate it.
But, even though my days with 'Bob' are numbered as my appointment
with the insurance company approaches, my SR-R journey is not over.
My project car, another '91, still waits in the garage, the
replacement engine sitting on the stand next to it, waiting for the
day that I will finish the work once began, before the project car
became a source for spare parts. With my remaining days, I hope to
donate a few parts back to the project car.
And while I may never again pull up in my black SE-R and hear someone
say, "Oh, it's you Bob", <http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=lgKtihDtooQ>, I still plan to Enjoy the Ride
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