I had a couple of good friends in college that had one of those cars.
A few times we went out and one of them had a few too many so I had to drive home. They drive ok but I could never get the dam things in gear (they both had manual shift). It was like you had to grind it into gear, might have been good practice if you are into arm wrestling I suppose. So what we would do is I'd drive and tell them "Ok, clutch is in..." and then they would put it in whatever gear was required....made for an interesting drive home on occasion.
Later we all moved out of the dorms into apartments and then the local watering hole was close enough to walk to. You had to walk up a concrete embankment to get into our complex parking lot. Good way to tell if you'd had enough to drink was how hard it was to make it up the hill. I have a fuzzy / vague recollection of one night when I almost had to take the long way around and didn't think I'd make it up the hill but that was still almost easier than trying to shift the gears in my buddies Fiero, LOL!
A few times we went out and one of them had a few too many so I had to drive home. They drive ok but I could never get the dam things in gear (they both had manual shift). It was like you had to grind it into gear, might have been good practice if you are into arm wrestling I suppose. So what we would do is I'd drive and tell them "Ok, clutch is in..." and then they would put it in whatever gear was required....made for an interesting drive home on occasion.
Later we all moved out of the dorms into apartments and then the local watering hole was close enough to walk to. You had to walk up a concrete embankment to get into our complex parking lot. Good way to tell if you'd had enough to drink was how hard it was to make it up the hill. I have a fuzzy / vague recollection of one night when I almost had to take the long way around and didn't think I'd make it up the hill but that was still almost easier than trying to shift the gears in my buddies Fiero, LOL!
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