When I was 17 I inherited my mom's Isuzu Impulse (it was called the "Piazza" in the international markets.) It was a hatchback, silver, and had headlights that partly opened up that were so popular in the 80s. I really liked this car, and was lucky to have gotten it actually since most of my friends drove serious pieces of crap like Omnis and Hyundais, if they had new cars at all. The kind of cars that leaked oil like sieves, with squealing belts and rusty floors. This was luxury in comparison.

I just liked it because it had a cockpit-like dashboard, and kind of looked like the DeLorean from Back to the Future.

Unfortunately it was not the turbo model, and the automatic transmission was a pig. It had some serious delay on hitting the gas, and had its fuel injection changed more than a few times. In fact, it was in the shop more than I'd like to remember.....I became quite familiar with the mechanics in the neighborhood.

It also came standard with a Bad Mojonator....it was plagued by awful luck like having its mirrors sheared off by garbage trucks, having a deer run full-tilt into the driver's side (fun!) and then the head gasket cracked. Twice.

Eventually it was in such bad shape, I just scrapped it for $50 to a junkyard owner in a trailer with a one-eyed bulldog on the steps. Grrr.

Still.....it was fun while it worked.

Had a phat cassette-player with 10-band equalizer, yo. :P