I moved from California to Colorado in 2010, and the stereotype of the stony Subaru driver who snowboards/hikes/camps/rock-climbs, has some sort of retriever dog, and drinks super-hoppy craft beers turns out to be based on reality.
Everyone here drives Subarus — hell, even I have an Outback in the fleet — but we’re talking about the beat-to-hell, 15-to-30-year-old cars here, and not shiny new Crosstreks in the REI parking lot. Last week, I saw the perfect example of that type of Subaru in a Denver self-service yard: this rusty, crusty, 200,000-mile, Pleiades-badged Colorado veteran, which spent its long life driving to trailheads and brewpubs, is now set to donate its metals to the global commodities markets.
Colorado has 53 mountain peaks 14,000 feet or higher, while California comes in a weak second place with 12. If you’re serious about climbing mountains here, you need to hit all 53 (yes, including Pikes Peak, which has a paved road all the way to the top). I’m guessing that the last owner of this Loyale may have accomplished that feat.
There’s body filler over rust over more body filler.
According to the High Country Healing website, “Not everyone wants to smoke a gram. It’s a little intense, they see these Mini Js and they think, ‘That’s just right for me.'”
Vegetation-printed shelf liner works pretty well for covering sun-cracked dashboards.
In 1988, Subaru claimed that 92% of 1978 or later Subarus were still on the road.
They should have used the Dead Kennedys version of ‘Rawhide’ for this ad.
It could be worse, though. It could be Leo Sayer. Now with Activu Torque-oo Split-o!