[SIZE=5]If this story isn’t your sort of thing, just move along.[/SIZE]
I’m not entirely certain this is in the right thread, but I suppose it’s as good a place as any. This is how a car saved my life, thought I’d finally share the back story.
There are cars that transport you, cars that are practical, and some are built for pure driving pleasure. Suki was the best of all worlds. Except she didn’t come to me that way. She came to me in beautiful shape, but with bad tires, a bad water pump, a failing head gasket (which I didn’t know until 6 months after I bought her), and a sorta ruined interior.
[SIZE=3]The day I bought her: a 145,000 mile piece of glorious machinery. [/SIZE]
So I replaced the timing belt, water pump, and a lot of other stuff. If you want to see more, see my build thread. That’s not what this is about. I fixed her. I drove her, including a couple days at High Plains Raceway (No pics.) Then, the head gasket blew, she overheated, and threw a rod, all in about a month. The engine was dead (very dead), so I bought myself a JDM B20 locally for around $500, and set to work on my 6-month long swap. I should have sprung for rebuilding the B20, but that will come later.
[SIZE=3]Bad engine, in all its glory.
Installing the B20, I got in there right after this pic, I had to get the moment on camera. [/SIZE]
After the swap, My life got… Interesting. My fiance and I split, my job was in trouble, my life ran downhill so quickly, I had vertigo. My swap hadn’t turned out the way I wanted: the B20 smoked, and I was in debt for all the extra parts I bought while I was at it. I was suicidal. I attempted suicide in that time of my life. I’m actually ashamed to admit it, and here is the only place I’ve publicly come out and said it. I know this isn’t a confessional, but I just feel like this story has to be told.
I set to work, and finished out the winter, earned money, and tinkered. I pulled the carpet and interior to clean and re-do them. I made sure I had good gas, and then set out to make the most of life. My car was my therapy. I got better, slowly. Turning wrenches was fixing me.
[SIZE=3] Me working on Suki, 2012[/SIZE]
I finally got the car mostly where I wanted, and started driving. Sometimes, I’d hit the canyons, sometimes, I’d just drive around in circles for a long time, struggling with the hard questions about life, and searching for bigger answers that never came. I’d call up old friends with my fancy stereo, and I’d sometimes just open the sunroof, and stare at the stars, or the clouds. I’d drive for hours and hours, putting the world behind me, and having no real destination.
After a while, I started heading to specific places. I lived in Colorado, which was awesome for the scenery. I’d take drives along Peak to Peak highway, or to Grand Junction. I went to to visit my mom in Utah, I went with my family to Rocky Mountain National Park, and faced the place where my ex-fiance and I had proposed in Estes Park. I faced my demons, and Suki drove me there.
[SIZE=3] One of the many places Suki and I went to: Up Fall River Road in Rocky Mountain National Park.
Rainbow Curve, same trip.
With my family, in Utah. Average speed: 110MPH, outrunning a snowstorm (and yes, I got caught by State Police @100 MPH).
Random drive around Colorado in the A.M.
Buckle up![/SIZE]
I met someone new, and drove less, saw a few places I hadn’t gone to, and then the B20 gave up the ghost in spectacular fashion, and one day in July, 8 months ago, Suki burned at the side of the road, destroying the work I had put into her over the previous 2 years. Sorting through the ashes was almost more than I could take. I had lost a friend, and the love of my life. If it sounds weird, I’m sorry. Suki helped me through some rough spots, and in turn, I treated her right, and then, one day, she was just gone.
I’m in the market for another g2 or g3 integra. But I wanted everyone to know what sort of cars these DA’s are, if you don’t already. They’re our fun, our transport, our hobby, and hopefully, a lot more. To me, this car was the best thing I had in a time where good things were hard to come by. It was a reminder to me of the things I really love in life.
I know one car that I’ll be telling my kids or grandkids about one day.
[SIZE=5]RIP Suki. 8 months, and I’ll never forget.[/SIZE]