Flachback - The 50 Dollar Car

Before I talk about my Jeep truck, I wanna do a flashback to help explain why I bought it in the first place. Let me tell you about a series of cars ranging from a Mazda 323, a 1982 Subaru, a '91 Jeep Cherokee, an International Scout, and finally ending with my 1976 Jeep J10 pickup truck. 
                                                                                                         My friend Scott B. helped my brother and I to be interested in cars when he kept modifying his 1987 Ford Escort. He changed most of the switches on the dash to toggle switches, including wipers, and lights. He even changed the key-start ignition to a push-button ignition. Here's a clip of us on a trip around the same time we bought the 50-dollar-car.

Also around the same time, my brother had become interested in four-wheeling with his '98 Cherokee Sport. He bought a lift kit for it along with 31 x 10.5" tires, and even started a club with his friends called "The Night Crawlers." He still knows a lot more than I do about suspensions, tires, and off-roading.
                                                                                                       In 2004, when I was just about out of college, my friend Scott B. found a 1984 Mazda 323 in the Iwanna paper for a grand total of $50. He convinced my brother and I to be apart of this investment—a  whopping $16 a piece. The car had some major issues to say the least, including a plexi-glass rear window (which leaked), no catalytic converter, bad alternator, and a driver's side door that wouldn't completely shut....Oh yea, is a title really necessary? Anyway, the important thing was that the car worked and we only spent $50. 

 We definitely had fun driving around Asheville. It was loud (basically no exhaust pipe), and we enjoyed seeing people turn their heads in disgust as we tore down streets of Asheville. One memorable excursion happened during a nude bikeathon that we happened to witness on Merrimon Ave. We actually got the news 13 camera to turn our way because we were revving that beastly

The so-called 50 Dollar Car.

1.8 liter engine continuously. 

We painted flames on the car (Chevy Orange Baby!) and enjoyed driving it until it was mysteriously towed away from one of the grocery store parking lots we used to store the vehicle. We later found the vehicle in an impound that wanted $700 dollars to get it out—yea right, keep it!

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