when I became old enough to drive, my parents decided (in the family tradition) to purchase me a car. apparently, the options that my father chose from were a 1982 Honda, or a 1978 datsun f10. he settled on the less reliable f10. it was a wonder-car, it was a 5 speed that started at reverse:

  R 2 4
  1 3 5

its clutch was so loose that when I was driving with my friends, I'd yell "punch it chewy!" to switch from 2nd to 3rd in one swift pull without touching the clutch.

it was a hell car, but I'm still nostalgic for it, likely more than I would have been for the honda that would probably have been much more reliable.

I still have an affinity for Japanese small cars, and am glad it was in my life.

datsun, I miss you.