John

Stock Celica:86/87/88/89 GT Coupe
Story:Originally purchased from a junkyard, this pristine example of the marquee has many features not encompassed elsewhere. The immediately obvious damage was fixed by replacing the L.H. front fender, only to find that the hood was aftermarket from a previous crunch. This hood, in a delightful shade of dusty primer black underneath, attaches to bent hinges, making a proper fit impossible. The advantage of this however is that it irretrievably anchors itself against the 'popped up permanently' headlights, thus making it more secure during the high speed runs that are necessary to arrive at work on time after procrastinating for hours at home instead of the ass being got into gear.
The original transmission was delightfully relieved of it's synchros on both second and 4th by the previous owner or her boyfriend. This was replaced by one from an 86 gt, which has since been modified by abuse to match the first one.
Speaking of the previous owner, the car came complete with a full collection of stick-on false fingernails spread throughout the trunk area, together with spare pantyhose and a pair of suede spike heeled boots.
The handling of this machine has always given great joy. Unlike many others, it has the feature of being unpredictable in most road conditions. This can now be identified as being due to the R.H. front wheel bearing, which has finally shown up to have the play that no doubt has been there since day 1 of ownership. This verifies the owner's theory that if a car appears to be wrong, leave it, and the problem will be easily identified after the death crash that might result.
The exterior speaks for itself. The door dent was repaired by the careful application of 200 pounds of Bondo. The otherwise rust free body has in recent months taken on a patina of oxide here and there that would be complementary if the car were an antique bronze statue. Like with such an antique, the owner has been careful not to remove this, as it might cause devaluation, lowering any possible resale value to single digit figures.
The interior has always been a credit to the cleanliness of the Canadian countryside, often being emptied (although not cleaned) only when the coffee cups and empty cigarette packets reach window level.
In finality, it has to be said that the demise of this this, this, this (I am speechless for a suitable description) car was obtained by moving the ownership to the son. Thus, it becomes a family heirloom that perhaps grandchildren might use as a lawn planter, and this writer was saved the embarrassment of trying to sell it.

If you need any more, just ask. Most of the above is true, or based upon truth.