I miss my old '90 Talon, what a kickass car. Too expensive to maintain, though, parts were almost nonexistent ($350 for an alternator!! !! !), tires were 205/55R16, aka twice as much as all the others. Weight was almost perfect 50/50, you could drift that thing like no other car, amazing. Also, the stock 2.0 motor was bulletproof, never had a problem with it, still took me to 110 on the freeway after all the abuse.
It began to slowly fall apart, little things here and there, until one day there was no driver's side door handle (froze off), the paint delaminated from the hood (yay Chrysler paint!) the 980 pound hatch ate those hydraulic keeper-upper thingys (technical term, try and keep up) the busted CV joints leading to a camber problem which I discovered when I sliced the living sh*t out of my hands on the steel belt poking through the tires at their innermost edge despite the remainder of the tire having most of its tread, the passenger (power) window getting stuck halfway due to a blown relay which you could not buy, and a popup headlight which pointed high and left after it took one for the team - a deer went kamikaze on me at dusk and I hit it, the light imparting just enough spin onto it that instead of hitting me straight in the mouth, it went to the side, throat-firsting my sideview mirror. I was picking bloody, matted hair and ribbons of flesh off it for a week.
I loved the way you sat in that thing, most cars are not amenable to my size, so it was a nice treat. (Except for the emergency brake handle which seemed purpose-built to separate my right kneecap from my leg, that is.) It was more like you WORE that car than sat in it, you didn't have to think about it, it just did it, an extension of YOU.
After I drove it into the ground I picked up a 92 Jetta. If you like a total crap joke of a car made out of plastic that snaps off in your hand in the wintertime, taillights which come unplugged at random times, weird and unpredictable handling, ergonomic design by John Merrick, an electrical system governed by no known laws of nature, all windows soaked inside and out with condensation at all times of the year no matter what, speakers that cut in and out at random, and an engine so weak it couldn't pull a dying hoor off a pisspot, get one. You won't be disappointed.
The Eagle looked like this, except no gray and I had air in the tires:
The Jetta:
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