I was browsing the classifieds one day in June of '01, seeing if there were any good deals on DSMs, when what did I see but a listing for a '92 Galant VR-4. I'd only read about the cars, and figured with their rarity I'd never see one, but put it on my top 10 list of cars I'd like to own someday. I first called the owner just to verify that it was indeed a VR4, and he ended up telling me a bit about it and the work he'd done to it. The thought of possibly owning this way cool car enchanted me, and while on a 55 mile hike the next week all I could think about was that it would be sold by the time I got back to town. It hadn't, so I arranged to come up and see it, but the owner wasn't home so I just walked around it. Now, I had no idea what a Galant looked like, couldn't have picked it out of a lineup for a million bucks, so I had no idea what to expect. It was love at first sight with my Belize Green Beauty. I knew right then that I had to have her; my dad was not so much impressed.
The next day the July issue of SCC came in the mail, and while being enthralled in Dave Coleman's gripping account of the Ramada Express Rally, my eyes froze halfway down the results page: 10th place, Open Class, John Teeter in a Galant VR-4. Wait a minute, wasn't I just on the phone with a John Teeter about buying a GVR4? The one and the same, I couldn't have dialed any faster to go for a test drive. (I brought the magazine w/me /ubbthreads/images//graemlins/wink.gif )When we pulled into his driveway this time, I saw the Green FS car in the driveway, a white '91 rally car in the garage, and the rare Kensington Grey that was John's DD off to the side. I just about shat my pants as I'd sooner have expected the pope to walk out the door than to see three GVR4s in one spot! I'd never driven a turbo or awd car before, let alone a modded one, so was very nervous as I took the keys and slid into the fine black leather. A low compression engine, heavy drive train, and most importantly the 4 puck clutch caused this poor noob to kill it 4 times before backing it out of the driveway. With John fidgeting in the front seat, my mom piped up from the back, "he really does know how to drive a stick." /ubbthreads/images//graemlins/blush.gif I could have died, lol.
The test drive was over all too quickly, but the business like layout of the interior and the way all the controls fell to hand w/out thought had sealed the deal for me. I couldn't afford the car, but managed to call in a few favors and scrape enough to make an acceptable offer, despite the many dissuasions offered to me along the way to not buy a turbo car. Thank God John realized he was handing the car over to a noob and before I got the keys he sat me down and wrote out what he'd done to the car, what it meant, and what he'd recommend working on soon. More importantly however, he gave me a page of websites including most notably this one, natch, but also vfaq.com, RRE, FP, and others. The rest, as they say, is history.
John later graciously offered me a crew position for his rally car and I got a baptism of dirt, and loved it. I was probably more of a hindrance than a help at that point, not being able to tell a torque wrench from a hole in the ground, but the early experience later allowed me to be of assistance to other rally teams.
#305 has spent way too much of her time in my custody garaged for various reasons, but she's now my DD and I'm loving/hating every minute of it. /ubbthreads/images//graemlins/wink.gif