No, instead, this little silver throwback to the early Eighties reminds me of a day in that I really, really wish I could forget. But I was young back then and only two cars mattered to me: the Hot Wheels Corvette that somewhere, I still own, and a plastic Mustang that I bought a duplicate of a couple of years back. At some point in the spring of , my dad got rid of the old Ford for a Jeep CJ-7 Renegade, and we packed up everything we owned and moved to somewhere in Pennsylvania.
We may have been going to or coming from one of these house-hunting trips when we all became unwitting participants in the effects of physics. Along a road near Grove City on a clear and sunny day, the four of us were traveling when the driver of a Dodge Tradesman slammed into the little Escort hard. Even if I was never into cars, I would remember the shape of that Escort for the rest of my life. Most of these little tin-cans are long gone, making this silver car that much rarer.
Maybe not desirable, but rarer. Swap in the entire drive train from a Focus RS and leave it bone stock on the outside. That would put a smile on your face Bryan! NO, just NO! I had one not nearly as nice as a beater work car, calling it an appliance is a compliment. Share This 0. Bryan McTaggart.
