The Truth About Cars » 200SX http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com The Truth About Cars is dedicated to providing candid, unbiased automobile reviews and the latest in auto industry news. Tue, 22 Apr 2014 14:37:08 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.1 The Truth About Cars is dedicated to providing candid, unbiased automobile reviews and the latest in auto industry news. The Truth About Cars no The Truth About Cars editors@ttac.com editors@ttac.com (The Truth About Cars) 2006-2009 The Truth About Cars The Truth About Cars is dedicated to providing candid, unbiased automobile reviews and the latest in auto industry news. The Truth About Cars » 200SX http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/wp-content/themes/ttac-theme/images/logo.gif http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com Thinking About An Older, Sporty Car: What Do You Suggest? http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2014/01/thinking-about-an-older-sporty-car-what-do-you-suggest/ http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2014/01/thinking-about-an-older-sporty-car-what-do-you-suggest/#comments Thu, 23 Jan 2014 21:07:13 +0000 http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=706778 Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

The decision is in, and my long awaited overseas assignment has been postponed for another year. I still have a move in my future, however, but it won’t be outside the border it will be the heartland – Leavenworth, KS. After looking at the alternatives, I’ve decided that this is the best opportunity I was presented with. It’s a chance to work with some folks I might not have otherwise worked with and, while I am there, maybe I’ll even learn a few things. The added bonus is that the move gets me out of the rust belt and back into a place where old cars are a lot more common.

Since the 300M went to a new home a little less than a year ago I’ve had an empty place in my heart to match the one in my driveway. The family mini-van and my Pontiac Torrent are both wonderful, competent daily drivers, but they aren’t really what I think of as “fun.” There’s never a hint of drama with either of them, they just do their jobs every day without complaint and, while I admire and rely upon their stolidity, I miss having something to play with. The time has come to rectify that.

Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

With an eye towards understanding the local used car market, I’ve already spent a little time perusing the Kansas City Craigslist and I’ve found some things that I have liked. Some of the usual suspects have flitted through my brain, if you’ve ever read anything I have written you know I have an unhealthy obsession with Turbo Dodges and the mid-80’s Nissans, but I’m open to all suggestions within reasons and I thought we might have some fun discussing the alternatives. My ground rules are thus:

Given the short-term nature of my assignment, I’m not willing to drop a whole lot of cash so I’m going to set a limit of $4K for the initial purchase and that’s already on the high side so my mantra is “cheaper is better.”

Projects are OK, but even though I’m not against solving a few mechanical gremlins, I won’t be swapping out entire engines, getting involved in a “frame-up” anything or ending up in a car that needs major body work.

I’d prefer something from the 80s or 90s, but would consider a smaller car, say some kind of Japanese or British classic from the 60s or 70s, but no old luxury barges. The point is that I want something small and sporty, not big and heavy.

I would like something with a manual transmission, I’ve really missed those over the past few years, but I have no real preference for which set of wheels get driven. Front and rear wheel drive cars are both on the table.

That’s it. I know there is a lot of experience on this site so I am interested in your suggestions and expect a healthy debate about the various merits of some fun old cars. Because I won’t move until summer, I’m not ready to purchase this minute and don’t need to be hooked up with a specific seller so please, for the love of God, don’t call anyone up and bother them. Besides, most of the time, thinking about what I could buy proves to be more fun than actually buying it. Let’s prolong that feeling as long as possible. What would you get if you were in my position?

Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

Photo courtesy of Craigslist.org

Thomas Kreutzer currently lives in Buffalo, New York with his wife and three children but has spent most of his adult life overseas. He has lived in Japan for 9 years, Jamaica for 2 and spent almost 5 years as a US Merchant Mariner serving primarily in the Pacific. A long time auto and motorcycle enthusiast he has pursued his hobbies whenever possible. He also enjoys writing and public speaking where, according to his wife, his favorite subject is himself.

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Junkyard Find: 1986 Nissan 200SX http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/11/junkyard-find-1986-nissan-200sx/ http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/11/junkyard-find-1986-nissan-200sx/#comments Wed, 27 Nov 2013 14:00:56 +0000 http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=665226 07 - 1986 Nissan 200SX Down On the Junkyard - Picture Courtesy of Murilee MartinThe 240SX version of the Nissan Silvia has become something of a cult car among drifter types in the United States, but the earlier (1984-88) 200SX version seems to have disappeared from both the streets and the public consciousness. Still, I see the occasional 200SX in wrecking yards these days, and I spotted this red ’86 in a Denver yard last week.
03 - 1986 Nissan 200SX Down On the Junkyard - Picture Courtesy of Murilee MartinSo close to 200,000 miles!
02 - 1986 Nissan 200SX Down On the Junkyard - Picture Courtesy of Murilee MartinExcept for the odd checkerboard seat upholstery, Nissan kept the interior of this car fairly restrained by 1980s standards.
18 - 1986 Nissan 200SX Down On the Junkyard - Picture Courtesy of Murilee Martin120 horses from the CA20E engine, which was acceptable power in 1986.
11 - 1986 Nissan 200SX Down On the Junkyard - Picture Courtesy of Murilee MartinRust-free, straight body, interior pretty good— a Supra of the same vintage and condition would have been worth enough to stay out of The Crusher’s domain.

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My Sister’s Story: The Road To Adulthood http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/08/my-sisters-story-the-road-to-adulthood/ http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/08/my-sisters-story-the-road-to-adulthood/#comments Fri, 30 Aug 2013 16:34:21 +0000 http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=503353 datsun_200_sx_silver_1980

In the summer of 1984, my older sister Connie landed a great job with Sears credit hassling people for money. If you knew my sister, you would understand that hassling people is her special gift and she was highly successful as a credit collection agent. Twenty-one years old, with a great job bringing in real, grown-up money for the first time in her life, she did what every other bleach-blonde disco dancing queen would do, she ran out and bought a slinky little MGB convertible.

My dad, as he was known to do on occasion, screamed and yelled about the purchase. It wasn’t that he hated British cars, he was angry that hadn’t been consulted in the purchase and had not, therefore, been able to give the car a thorough once over before Connie brought it home. I think he agreed that it was a pretty little car and the body was in great shape, but he had a feeling about the car. It turned out that he was right, the electrical system was an absolute wreck. My dad was an excellent mechanic but rather than try to fix it, he intervened in the situation and took my sister back to the dealer. I am not sure what transpired but my dad was legendary for making people offers they couldn’t refuse and they came home later that day with an equally cute, slightly used 1980 Datsun 200SX coupe.

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Like the MGB, the Datsun was a sporty little thing with an engine that loved to rev. Prior to 1980, the 200SX had been a dowdy little coupe with an odd roofline, a huge sail panel for a c-pillar and a swooping rear quarter window that worked together to make the car look like a giant snail. Today, that design looks very cool and has all the features of a Japanese classic, but back then it was old hat and it was better off gone. The 1980 redesign was the future and it featured good looking square lines that would become the hallmark of 1980s Nissan design. The coupe was particularly handsome, with an upright greenhouse that offered good all around visibility. It was just the right car for a girl who was just setting out in the world, on her way up and out of the nest and headed for better things.

The best thing about the little Datsun, however, was that it was a real go-er. Backed with a 5 speed transmission, two whole gears more than the three on the tree in my Nova, it gave the driver a real sense of power and speed. Like most Nissans I have known, the suspension tuning was spot on and it did better on the curvy roads near our home in the hills of Western Washington than any car I had driven up to that point. My sister, like everyone else in my family, loved to drive and she became a regular terror in the little car.

My sister during the disco era

My sister during the disco era

The birth of my niece Lauren changed all that. Connie calmed down and a lot of her bad habits fell away. She even started wearing her seatbelt. That seems an odd statement today, but the truth is, as many of you will remember, most people didn’t use seatbelts back then. My dad, for example, was an excellent, safety conscious driver and didn’t use them until they were mandated. Although he never complained about it, I think he really didn’t think they were necessary; none of us did. Until Connie’s big wreck.

It was almost dusk on a Friday night when we got the call. Connie had been in an accident on the river road, a road near our home that was notorious for the number of accidents that occurred along its length. Fire and police services were on the scene and my sister was OK, but I remember that, in her shock, her first concern was for her baby who was, fortunately, at home with grandma. She simply had no idea what had happened. I set out immediately for the scene of the accident and arrived about 10 minutes later.

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The little Datsun was on its top, half submerged in a roadside swamp. A car driven by a teenage girl who had been playing a game of cat and mouse with her boyfriend in another car had rounded an off camber curve a little too hot, crossed the double yellow and struck my sister broadside, spinning her car off the road. It was an absolute disaster scene with pieces of glass and plastic scattered all over the street. The two kids stood across the road from the scene, surrounded by policemen and emergency responders, and I recall they projected an odd sense self-rightous detachment towards the carnage they had caused. It was almost as if they didn’t believe they were responsible for the night’s events. Connie sat in the back of an ambulance, her clothes muddy and wet, her expression shocked and sad, but she was otherwise unharmed. “You know,” she said as I arrived, “I decided today that I since I was a mom now, I better start using my seat belt every time. I think it saved my life.”

The little Datsun was eventually dragged out of the mud and hauled away to a body shop in town where it sat, a broken, shattered hulk, for several days across from the high school along the main drag. The police decided the kids were indeed the wrongdoers and the insurance agents came and looked at the little car. It was obviously a total loss and the decision was made to go ahead and scrap the car. They cut a check and, after a brief period with a Chevy Chevette loaner, my father and sister went out and chose a drab, lifeless, dark blue Chevrolet Cavalier coupe to replace the sporty little Nissan. The fun had obviously ended and the responsibility of adulthood had set in.

Years later, I would think of the little Datsun fondly as I, belted securely in my seat and at the tattered end of my own personal rope, mercilessly flogged my own 200SX turbo along those same roads. I always slowed just a little, however, whenever I hit that slightly off camber curve on the river road and let my eye wander ever so slightly to the mud and reeds of that roadside swamp. The curve behind me I would stand hard on the gas and accelerate away from that time and place. The lesson had been learned and internalized, a part of my sister’s childhood ended there through no fault of her own. My own, however, still continues.

The Nissan 200SX

1986 Nissan 200SX

Shameless plug here for my sister, “The Moss Boss.” If you live in Western Washington and have issues with moss on your roof, my sister can help: NW Moss Removal.

Thomas M Kreutzer currently lives in Buffalo, New York with his wife and three children but has spent most of his adult life overseas. He has lived in Japan for 9 years, Jamaica for 2 and spent almost 5 years as a US Merchant Mariner serving primarily in the Pacific. A long time auto and motorcycle enthusiast he has pursued his hobbies whenever possible. He also enjoys writing and public speaking where, according to his wife, his favorite subject is himself.

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Mechanical Soul: How a 200SX Turbo Saved My Life http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/02/mechanical-soul-how-a-200sx-turbo-saved-my-life/ http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2013/02/mechanical-soul-how-a-200sx-turbo-saved-my-life/#comments Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:33:38 +0000 http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=477785

They don’t build them like this anymore.

At the back of the car lot was death row. It was there where the real “one foot in the grave” cars were lined up, where desperate men with cold hard eyes gave the deadbeats serious looks, weighing the options while nodding gravely to themselves. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was just such a man.

Poverty and I went way back. Thanks to my mother’s generosity I hadn’t been homeless during our first brush, but I knew well the psychological toll that the inability to support oneself takes on a man. To end that extended period of unemployment, I had rolled the dice and taken a dead-end job teaching English in Japan and now, after two and a half years, I had come home with money in my pocket. But without a steady job and with no prospects on the horizon, I felt poverty’s familiar presence close at hand, and the old feelings of inadequacy had returned with shocking intensity.

As sure as if we had shared a secret handshake, the man who emerged from the ancient travel trailer that served as the car lot’s office, recognized my situation at first sight. Despite all the stories that swirl around salesmen at this type of small independent lots, the man seemed sincere in his desire to help and he knew his inventory well. As we walked through the lot, he spoke about how this or that car had found its way there, hinting that some cars might be better than others but holding out little hope of any diamonds in the rough.

At the back of the lot, I took a quick look at the lowest of the low. I was just about to leave when I saw it. Wedged in sideways behind the last row of cars, up against the unpainted plank fence that marked the edge of the property, I caught a glimpse of a triangular rear quarter window and a once expensive aluminum wheel. Always a lover of cars, I recognized it at once, a mid-80s Nissan 200SX. “What about the little Nissan?” I asked.

Would this pique your curiosity? It got my attention.

“That one.” answered the man rolling his eyes, “That one was a mistake. I took it in trade to help some people. It runs bad, the alternator is out and I think it needs a turbo.” He paused while I craned my neck to see. “I won’t make any money on it if I pay to fix it and I can’t sell it on the main lot the way it is. If you’re interested, I’d sell it as a mechanic’s special for $500 but I’m telling you it needs a lot of work. Don’t get mad and throw a brick through my window if you buy it and can‘t fix it.”

I needed a closer look. Together, the salesman and I pushed the car out from the shadow of the fence and into the harsh light of the mid-August sun. It was filthy and its grey paint was well oxidized, but the car’s sides were still dent free and its lines were still razor sharp. With the help of a battery box we started the car and I climbed inside to cycle through the readings on the digital dash board. The oil pressure was good and, after the engine warmed, the temperature gauge stayed solidly in the green. True to the man’s word, however, the volt meter showed no bars at all.

Simple and surprisingly functional, the 200SX’s digital dash allows you to change your gauges at the push of a button.

I climbed out and gave the car a long, hard look. The car met my gaze with a whirring turbo and an uneven idle, but it seemed somehow unapologetic for the fast life it had led. Thinking hard, I walked behind the car to check the tailpipe for smoke and, as I did so, caught a glimpse of my serious, scowling face reflected in the rear glass. The sight stopped me cold. How many times had I seen a hiring manager wear that same expression before rejecting my application out of hand? Unpleasant memories and repeated disappointment welled up inside me and flashed into anger. It wasn’t right. Not long before, everything had been so promising but it had all come undone so quickly. I looked at the Nissan and realized the same could be said for it. We were the same. We didn’t deserve to be here. My emotions got the better of me and, without further thought, I turned to the salesman and struck the deal.

After swapping the dead battery for a fully charged one, I drove off the lot in fits and starts. On my way out of town I stopped for oil, filters and tune-up supplies and then limped the six miles home to the sounds of occasional backfires and the shrill whine of the turbocharger, its pitch rising and falling as I worked the accelerator.

Once home, I raised the hood and made a long, close examination of the engine bay. Years of neglect were evident but at the very least everything was still there, Moreover, nothing had been modified. Filth was everywhere, with one exception – the alternator was obviously new. I ran my hands over the part checking for trouble and soon found it, a broken wire connector. It took less than ten seconds work with a crimping tool to fix and upon starting the car I was greeted by a stack of green digital bars on the volt meter where previously there had been none. Score one for us.

The Nissan 200SX

Clearly, the car’s prior owner had a problem with wires, I thought as I listened to the engine‘s lumpy idle. Back under the hood I took a quick look at the spark plug wires and found that they, like the alternator, were not so old. I researched the firing order and, sure enough, two of the four cylinder’s eight plug wires were switched. The repair was simple and the engine sprang to life and idled smoothly when I turned the key. Confident I was in the right track, I completed my tune-up and ended by changing the oil and filters.

With the mechanical work completed, a test drive was in order and on the street, the difference was immediately apparent. With the misfire corrected and fresh oil coursing through it, the engine ran smooth and strong as I accelerated through the gears. The oil change also helped to quiet the turbocharger. Boost was clearly evident as it kicked in at higher RPMs. I relished the feeling, and my test drive stretched into an hour long back road blast. Together, we had turned a corner.

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Later, back at home, I washed the exterior and worked on the paint with an old can of TR-3 I found in the garage. I didn’t get the dramatic results Mr. T did in the commercial, but when I was done the car did look better. I finished up by shampooing the carpets, cleaning the glass and fitting some inexpensive seat covers to make the cabin a more pleasant place to be.

The completed project was not a show winner, but neither was it the near total write-off that the salesman had thought. My modest efforts were rewarded by a fast, eager little car with great handling and from the day I brought the little Nissan home, my life began to improve. A week later, I landed a job in a local warehouse and began to slowly beat back the specter of poverty. I was still driving the little car when, a few months later, I landed my dream job and was called away to a new life on the East Coast. Sadly, I was forced to leave it behind.

I know that cars are only tools, but in our short time together the little Nissan was my faithful companion on a thousand speedy adventures. Our spirits had nourished one another. When the car had a problem, I repaired it. When I had the blues, the car banished them with its boundless energy and enthusiasm. It was a relationship unlike any other I have ever had with a car and together, we were more than the sum of our parts. If machines have souls, then surely we will meet again.

Thomas Kreutzer currently lives in Buffalo, New York with his wife and three children but has spent most of his adult life overseas. He has lived in Japan for 9 years, Jamaica for 2 and spent almost 5 years as a US Merchant Mariner serving primarily in the Pacific. A long time auto and motorcycle enthusiast he has pursued his hobbies whenever possible. He also enjoys writing and public speaking where, according to his wife, his favorite subject is himself.

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Junkyard Find: 1986 Nissan 200SX Turbo http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2012/04/junkyard-find-1986-nissan-200sx-turbo/ http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2012/04/junkyard-find-1986-nissan-200sx-turbo/#comments Thu, 19 Apr 2012 13:00:12 +0000 http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=440562 It’s hard to get more stereotypically 80s than this car. Weird Japanese styling, headache-inducing upholstery patterns, and— most important— TURBO! I was 20 years old when this car was new, and the sight of this Crusher-bound example gave me terrible A-Ha flashbacks.
While not quite as gloriously ridiculous as the Mitsubishi Cordia Turbo, and not as fast as the Dodge Omni GLH, the 200SX Turbo came with a respectable-for-the-time 120 force-fed horses under the hood.
Well, maybe not so respectable when you consider the 200SX’s curb weight: 2,734 pounds.
So it was a bit sluggish for an alleged sporty car. So what? Check out the seats!

You see, the word “Turbo” had magical connotations during the middle 1980s. Major Motion!

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