By on April 2, 2015

10 - 1988 Chevrolet Nova Down On the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee MartinFor reasons that trolly shouters on both extremes of the American politico-socio-automotive spectrum know to be the truth, the exact same workers at the Fremont Assembly plant who couldn’t hammer together a decent-quality Buick Regal or GMC C/K— no matter how many Mickey’s Big Mouths they guzzled in some South Hayward parking lot before their shifts— suddenly became capable of building rebadged Corollas that were every bit as good as the ones made by their Japanese counterparts, once the plant became NUMMI (nowadays they build Teslas there). Of course, each of you knows that this is due to (insert damning indictment of those dupes who believe Wrong Things here) with a touch of (insert bilious tirade that sounds the alarm about Some Evil Conspiracy here), and to provide ammunition for your arguments I present this 1988 Chevrolet-badged AE82 Toyota Sprinter aka Corolla.
08 - 1988 Chevrolet Nova Down On the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee MartinThese cars are not uncommon in self-service wrecking yards nowadays, especially in California. In this series, we’ve seen this ’87 sedan and this ’87 hatchback, and now we’ve got today’s final-year-of-production (before it became the Geo Prizm) Nova, which I spotted in a Denver yard a few months back.
04 - 1988 Chevrolet Nova Down On the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin244,816 miles, which is impressive even by 2015 standards. Sure, they probably weren’t very exciting miles, but nobody bought a NUMMI Nova for adventure.
07 - 1988 Chevrolet Nova Down On the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee MartinThe good old 4A engine family, which went into Coronas, Corollas, MR2s, Celicas, Sprinters, and so forth, all the way into the late 1990s. Some 4As made great power, but the 4A-LC was more about longevity and fuel economy.

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71 Comments on “Junkyard Find: 1988 Chevrolet Nova Sedan...”

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    Ugh. “not uncommon” = “common”.

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    What a time to be alive.

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    Respect where respect due. Two hundred and forty four thousand miles wasn’t good in 1988 – it was astonishing.

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      My sister-in-law bought an abused and neglected version for cheap when my wife and I were dating. It also lasted about 250K miles. My ’87 Accord lasted beyond 325K miles (last time I saw it).

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      And only possibly in places that don’t know what road salt is, as with every other Japanese engineered car of that era. There hasn’t been one in a self-service junkyard in Maine in 15 years plus.

      One just like this, same color even, was one of the very first cars I ever drove after I got my license. Cousins visiting from Nebraska drove it to Maine, and I got to drive them up the coast to Bar Harbor. First time I ever went there.

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      Not really. One friend of mine alone has but hundreds of thousands of miles on various cars and SUVs, going back to the first car he owned, a 1977 Buick Regal that was bought at 1 year and 10K on it. He drove it about a half million miles, on the original short block, rear end, and one trans rebuild at about 200K. It was sold due to the fact it was leaking water when it rained and had pretty much no compression. The next one was my old ’88 Blazer that went way over 400K miles, on the original engine, front and rear diffs and transfer case. The trans was rebuilt after it was stolen the first time at about 75K. It survived being sliced open by a diabetic driver sideswiping it when his sugar went wacky, stolen twice, trashed inside once, and a bunch of people driving it, including 2 of his kids Roof/windshield area rust finally sent it off to the scrapyard. It still drove ok, in dry weather..

      His current long time SUV is a GMC Envoy, just over 275K on it, a second engine was recently installed after his wife ignored the oil light when it ran out of oil due to a rock punching a hole in the oil pan. His 84 year old mom’s Trailblazer is approaching 400K, on it’s second trans and 4th set of tires. Another of her kids has an old Camry with 300K plus. They drive them until the end in that family.

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        No no no, those American cars have bad odometers that record 3x the actual mileage. No American car makes it past 50k without AutoZone shocks and then a trip to the crusher. Ask nearly any commenter here. Despite never owning one or having any experence whatsoever with any of them, they KNOW theyre all dead at 50,001 miles. Same with new American cars, self-destruck is pre-programed at 36,000.1. Thats why nobody sees American cars anymore, why nobody buys them. My neighbor’s Taurus with 258k, my dad’s F-250 with 328k? My brother’s 97 GMC Sierra with 360k? Propaganda, pure and simple. Or bad odometers. Or, theyre Toyotas with American logos glued on. Anything you can think of, except that theyre good cars. That’s just out of the question.

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        Rock salt is the ultimate killer

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    The Mickey’s Big Mouth reference brought back a few hazy memories from college…

    I knew someone who had a blue ’87 Nova–it was several years old when she got it but it lasted her through college and into the early 2000s. Overall a good little car.

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      Mickey’s were good for sneaking into the movie theater. They fit in jacket pockets well and more importantly you didn’t have to tilt your head so far back to drink it (thanks to the big mouth).

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        We used to buy 8-packs of 7 oz Rolling Rocks. You could wear all eight of them into a movie. The problem was that inevitably the carefully created log jamb of empties perched against the leg of the seat ahead of you would get bumped by a buzzed foot and cascade down the theater floor, although none of us were ever busted for it.

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    My parents bought the Corolla version of this, after my grandparents’ Dodge Aspen.

    This isn’t a remarkable car by most metrics, except that it was very, very hard to kill. When my parents separated, my mother took a casual attitude to things like oil changes.

    Like the Aspen’s slant-six, you couldn’t kill it. Unlike the Aspen, it wasn’t rusty from the factory, didn’t stall out on left turns, didn’t see pieces fall off, accessories stop working and/or lose wheel alignment if you ran over a ladybug.

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    My best memory of them is Consumer’s Reports screaming about how their membership was willing to pay $1200+ ADM on a Corolla, while the Chevrolet dealer had cash on the hood to move the cars. So much for the fiction that Consumer’s Reports readers are so intelligent.

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    My Pops rented a blue one of these when they first came out .

    I wasn’t impressed .

    200,000 miles is very good , obviously these were O.K. little sh*tboxes .

    Kinda sad that no one took anything off this little thing .


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    I wonder how much more this type of badge engineering – along with the short lived Geo lineup – screwed GM than did the Cimarron or other more traditionally derided examples of badge engineering.

    This put people in the “enemy” car. People who wouldn’t set foot in a Toyota store back in the late 80’s bought this, or a Geo Storm or a Geo Spectrum or a Geo Prizm, and were introduced to various forms of effectively Japanese cars (some of these were Isuzus) and basically removed the inhibition those people had to Japanese cars.

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      The damage these did to GM wasn’t so much that they allowed the enemy into the camp. By the mid-80s, all but the most hard-core Buy American types had come to accept that Asian mfrs could make competitive small cars. The damage to GM came from the success of NUMMI. Both labor and mgmt (below the very top) hated the reduction of adversarial stances, and it ultimately led to the death of GM’s last, best hope at remaining competitive in the evolving auto manufacturing world, Saturn.

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      Heck, my wife’s first new car was a blue 1986 Chevrolet Sprint, a.k.a. Suzuki Swift, with the mighty 1.0 litre I-3! Her second new car was reddish-orange 1991 Mercury Tracer which could also be had as a Ford Escort or Mazda 323.

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    I’ll tell ya why these cars were “screwed together better”. They were designed for assembly so it was easier to put them together. The Big 3 didn’t figure out DFA and error-proofing until the 90’s and later in some cases. Look at how fiddly it is to work on most 70’s or 80’s Detroit iron. Then work on a Japanese car of the same era.
    Also, the Japanese mentality encourages worker involvement and allows them to -gasp- stop the line if something happens. Even to this day it is very unusual for a Big 3 worker to shut down the line for a problem.

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      The finest architect I ever worked with taught me the following – good design makes sense to both the casual observer and the professional. He always advocated change that made sense and reinforced the idea that the design team thought about and coordinated their work.

      I agree with you 100%. The Japanese generally build machines that are coordinated and built so that maintenance work can be relatively easily performed. The Germans and Americans generally don’t.

      Thoughtful design is an art, it is also difficult, it is also a coordinated team effort. The results are always worth it.

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        Volvo used to do this as well, I’m not sure if this is still the case.

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          @ 28-Cars – I cannot speak for the 240’s who everybody thinks they were built like tanks, but I certainly can for the 850’s – because I owned one. Once you own one of these, your best friend is the mechanic. If you don’t know one, you better find one.
          For Volvo 850 SW, dealerships used to sell a kit for holding the rear door trim panel attached to the door. Talking about design flaws.
          Musty smell from the condenser due to poor drainage? Check. Replacing the condenser meant taking the whole dashboard out (sic!), 2-people job for many hours.

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            Actually I am very friendly with my mechanic, who happened to be a retired Volvo Master Mechanic and cut his teeth on 200s in the mid-80s. The 200/700/900 B blocks are the stuff of legends, 200 especially, but the cars aren’t perfect. They are however durable, made to be easily repaired, and designed for long term usage.

            The 850/S70 was kind of a disaster for the long term owner in comparison although he keeps many on the road as well as early P2s. I almost bought an 850 wagon as a beater simply because the owner had spent a fair amount paying him to fix all of its niggling issues. I passed and eventually got another Saturn SL.

            The 200s are tanks, I have one and she makes a great Sunday car but due to her age, her maintenance can get annoying. Fortunately its never anything serious, mostly proactive and cosmetic stuff on my part.

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            Never forget that THE overarching design goal of the 850 was that it be a cheaper car to build than the 240, despite being roughly 3 decades more advanced. And it was.

            But I also think that comparing ANY modern car to a 240 is patently unfair. 240s need to be compared to garden tractors, not cars. I’ve owned several, appreciate them greatly, but ultimately they are a nicely built but incredibly crude device that fundamentally date back to the mid-60s.

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            @krhodes1: Well, old Volvos and old IH Cub Cadet lawn tractors are quite tough and long lasting…though pretty much all of an old Cub Cadet is cast iron, so it better be tough.

          • 0 avatar

            My 80s Mustang required the whole dash to be pulled for a heater core replacement. I laid the steering column in the driver’s seat. Nothing unique to Volvo about that problem.

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          Not really, the interior in my 240s been pretty easy to work with, I haven’t broken anything yet, so much thick metal in spots you wouldn’t expect.

          Some people find them hard to work with as I’ve seen from many mutilated junkyard examples, mostly they can’t just seek out a few hidden screws.

          On the other hand my 850 wasn’t so great, lots of glue holding things together, getting the cluster out is much harder than a 240, just not that great.

          American cars have gotten better in terms of assembly, working on my sisters Neons been pretty easy, you don’t even have to remove the steering wheel to get a new wiper switch on!

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      OTOH, “designed for assembly” can miss on ease of repair. I might still be driving my ’95 Altima if simply removing misaligned timing chain guides didn’t require dis-assembling the front of the engine. I was quoted 8-1/2 hours labor just to remove two small bits!

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    If you choose to read this, please play:


    Twenty years is a long time Roger thought as he sat in his Nova. Licking the envelope in his hands, he sealed it and printed “LISA” on the front before sliding the envelope into his inner coat pocket. His Iphone laying on the dash began to vibrate indicating a message. He grimaced and stuffed it into his left outer coat pocket. He lowered the driver’s window and felt the chilly wind blow though his prematurely graying hair. Unwrapping a stick of gum, he turned the key leaving Starbucks parking area to turn into the drive thru to order his small coffee. Pulling forward to the pickup window, the Starbucks girl’s fiery red hair twirled as her head turned to retrieve his small coffee.

    “That’ll be $3.50” the Starbucks girl said as she turned back around with coffee.

    Roger put his foot on the brake and handed her slightly greasy bills from left hand. He took the coffee but looked up as she handed it to him and noticed the Starbucks girl was in fact a blonde. He stared for a few seconds before being interrupted.

    “I’m sorry sir, did you need something?” the Starbucks girl asked politely.

    Roger broke from his daze and mumbled something to the effect of “no”. He took his foot from the brake and rolled away back into state road Sixty Eight. The wind began to kick up with snow flurries, and the heater barely worked on the long drive up the country road. He noticed a jogger ahead on the side of the road and mumbled to himself “who was out running today”?. He noticed her attractive features but in particular her fiery red hair as she drew closer. He raised the coffee cup in front of his face to take a final gulp. Tossing the cup to the passenger footwell, he looked up to see the runner was gone.

    Arriving at his destination, he turned left past the wrought iron gates and the Nova slowly lurched up the snow dusted hill into the parking lot. Turning the Nova off, he retrieved the bouquet of roses and his lunch pale from the passenger seat closing the driver’s door behind him. His beige Carhartt boots began to mud as he walked on the semi-frozen ground until reaching the crooked oak tree three rows in. He leaned over and brushed snow off of the marker.

    August 3rd 1983 – December 8th 1994

    He wiped tears from his underneath his eyes and knelt down over the marker to lay roses on it, placing his lunch pail on the adjacent ground. Roger looked over at the familiar oak tree and remembered…

    * * *

    The small yellow school bus carefully drove down a slushy Route Eight. Kaleigh sat next to Roger on the right side of the near empty bus three rows back. She leaned in and watched as he played his Sega Game Gear handset.

    “You want to play next?” Roger asked.
    “Nah, I don’t wanna” Kaleigh softly replied.

    Another boy poked his head up from the row behind them.

    “When did you get that!” Edward excitedly asked.
    Roger turned and replied “For my thirteenth birthday.”
    “Can I play?” Edward asked again.
    “Um, the batteries are low. Come play NHL95 with me today though Ed, I also just got it for my birthday” Roger offered.
    “Cool” Edward replied as he sat back down in his green rubber seat as Roger put his Game Gear in his backpack.
    “Walk me across the street today?” Kaleigh inquired.
    “Aw c’mon don’t be a baby. You’re eleven years old now we don’t need the buddy system anymore” Roger said smugly.
    “Oh, ok” she said with a slight sigh.
    “Will you come over and study with me later? You’re so good with social studies” she then asked politely.
    “Sure after dinner, plus you can help me with my math. I totally suck at math” Roger replied smiling as Kaleigh lit up with excitement.

    She reached into her backpack and pulled a brush through her long fiery red hair as the bus made a right turn off the state road onto Hampton Lane. The driver brought the bus to a halt and swung open the passenger door. Kaleigh went first off of the bus first followed by Roger and Edward who were now conversing about the latest Sega Genesis games. Kaleigh waited for a moment on the sidewalk to say goodbye to Roger but he was too engrossed with Edward. She carefully stepped into the slushy street and made her way across the front of the idling bus trying to ignore the smell of burning diesel. Reaching the center of Hampton Lane, Kaleigh turned back and stood in the snow laden street.

    “See you later, Roger!” she cried from the center of the street.

    Roger turned away from Edward on hearing her, and waved as he watched the blue Chrysler Fifth Avenue make contact…

    * * *

    Roger, bent over Kaleigh’s marker, again wiped underneath his eyes when his consciousness returned to the present. Reaching right he opened his lunch pale to remove his father’s Colt 1911 pistol and slowly stood up. He raised the barrel of the pistol to his right temple feeling the bitter cold steel press against his skin.

    “You deserved better than this, you deserved better than me. We should have been together, I was your buddy. I’m so, so sorry. I will always love you Kaleigh.” he mumbled aloud.

    Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he waited, the pistol shook hesitantly as he perspired in the icy wind. His trigger finger gently began to pull in when a sudden thump pushed him from behind and the pistol flew forward into the snow. He exhaled his breath so hard the gum spat out. Turning around in a rage he surveyed the grounds of the cemetery, seeing not a living soul.

    “Kaleigh!” he screamed, then taking a deep breath.

    “K-A-L-E-I-G-H!” until he was hoarse.

    He bent in screaming and collapsed into the snow sobbing profusely. Condensation from his heavy breathing floated in front of him. He mouthed “why?” without a recognizable sound over and over as he felt physical pangs in his gut as the gentle snow fell all around. After a few moments a calm fell over him and his breathing slowly returned to normal. Roger wiped underneath his eyes then turned around while seated in the snow and stared at the lifeless oak tree. He focused on the words he carved into it as a teenager: “I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU K.A.T.”. He shook his head and repeated the same questions he’d been asking for the past twenty years. What’s life about? What? What’s life about? What’s the point? Why did this happen? Why her? Why me? Why then? Why? WHY???

    While again pontificating these deep questions, he came upon a new one; what did he almost do here today? Twenty years. Twenty long years and it still felt like yesterday. Shaken but strangely sobered, Roger reached into his left outer coat pocket for the Iphone and unlocked it to reveal a text message from an hour hence.


    LISA: We’re going to have a baby!

    * * *

    Dedicated to K.K.H.
    3 August 1983 – 8 December 2014
    Forever Loved and Eternally Missed



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    When I was an undergrad doing some research in a lab, one of the grad students was upgrading and looking to sell his really clean ’88. Stripped out 4spd manual, with no rust, $700. I kind of regret not jumping on it, they’re sturdy and easy to maintain little buggers.

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    In the early 2000s I bought one for $500. Drove it a few months, and decided I didn’t like it.

    So I sold it to a guy for $500. He came back after 1/2 hour, itching for a fight, because the car overheated on his way home. I didn’t want a fight, so I gave him his money back. He was so amazed, he handed me back a Franklin for being decent.

    I refilled the radiator, put on a new cap, and sold it again the next week for $500. :)

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    My aunt had one of these, in sedan format – I had to be about 7, so this would be around 1993. I recall it was a dark red color, in a flat paint, with grey interior. First car I had ever been in with a sunroof! She had all kinds of trouble with it, and replaced it with something for a short while – or drove one of my grandparents cars, can’t recall.

    But her next car was a 96 Maxima in emerald green, which seemed (and was) about 2,000% better.

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    Ah…my first car. It was tiny, it was tinny, it was terrifying to drive at night because its headlights were so dim (even changing them out for new ones didn’t help much), it was even more terrifying to drive on a highway because even without A/C (the previous owner had taken the compressor off), it barely had enough power to maintain 55 miles per hour…but I’d rather have the Nova again than the Skylark that replaced it.

    Alas, the Nova’s transmission suffered some kind of internal failure and now it’s probably a Chinese refrigerator.

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    My wife chose a new 1988 model and it was truly her trusty steed for 244,000 miles. No engine problems. It did at times suffer from weak rear struts that would cause cupping of the back tires. New struts fixed the problem. We finally donated her to the Cancer Society when she needed $1,500 of work to continue safe operation. My wife still misses the car.

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    The pain may dull, but it NEVER completely goes away! Beautiful writing and musical accompanyment! :-)

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    I have one of these as my daily driver. Mine is the Twin Cam version with EFI and 5spd manual transmission. It has 245,000 miles, and I am the third owner. Drives like a go cart and runs like a top.

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    When I was looking to replace my 83 Nissan Sentra in 1987, I was hoping that the Chevrolet Nova would get the twin-cam Toyota 1.6, or at least get fuel injection. At the time, the Nova was one of the last holdouts of the carbureted age. To my dismay, the 1988 Nova still had the 74 horsepower carbureted engine. In contrast, the new Mercury Tracer had a 82 horsepower multi-port fuel-injected engine. It doesn’t seem like much, but that’s almost 11% more power, and that was the difference between slow and not slow. In addition, the Tracer had “68 standard features” which were mostly little things that made the interior nicer than competing hatchbacks. Of the cars I looked at only the brand new Acura Integra was better – at a price. To this day, I’m sorry I didn’t finance for an extra year and buy the Integra.

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    My driving instructor had a Corolla of this same vintage. My other “learning to drive” cars were a mid-eighties Plymouth Reliant (the family car), early nineties Honda Civic (also family car), and a couple years later my own late model Plymouth Valiant (mine, all mine!! bought used, of course).

    Ah, what a time when autodom was getting so much better with each passing model year.

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    I had the pleasure of driving one of these (a powder-blue Chevrolet Nova, I believe a 1986 model) 5 or 6 times in 2012 as my partner at the time’s grandpa had one as his spare car. He would borrow it when his 1987 4runner with 450,000km broke down. It only had 68,000km on the odometer (42,000 miles) but being almost 30 years old, some things on the car weren’t perfect (engine mounts, some suspension parts) and unfortunately, a 3 speed automatic was the transmission his grandpa selected when it was purchased new as it was his grandmothers car. A 1.6l engine with a 3 speed auto with widely spaced gears isn’t the greatest power-wise, but it still did get good mileage in town, just forget about taking it for extended highway drives as it was horrible in crosswinds and the 3 speed auto roared on the highway, the highway mileage wasn’t much better than the city mileage either. However, I’d choose this over a 2.0l 3 speed auto Cavalier or Sunbird, or the 1.6l Pontiac Sunburst (Chevrolet Spectrum in Canada) to contrast it with GM’s other offerings of the time. It was quite solid and the interior was full of hard but durable and not-so-cheap feeling plastics. The gearshift and switchgear felt reassuringly solid, but I wish I could say the same about the doors; soooo tinny. These cars disappeared quick up here in NW Ontario due to rust, probably due to the thin sheet metal, so when we’d drive the car lots of people would look because it definitely is a model you never see around anymore. We had a few people ask us about the car, even! Who woulda knew a run of the mill subcompact could attract such attention. This car and subsequent NUMMI ventures felt solid in comparison to GM’s compact and subcompact offerings of the time.

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    My mother in law, after a divorce, bought one of these, a 1986 hatchback in silver from a tow yard that had impounded it for $500. She figured she would drive it for six months and get something better when she had a little more money. That’s was in April of 2010. She just sold it this last January (2015) for $800. It was a 5 speed, it had A/C that didn’t work, and that’s about it. It was noisy, didn’t have a radio, and the exhaust would give you a headache, but it wouldn’t die. This article made me smile.

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    Very good audio documentary about NUMMI :

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    Lack Thereof

    My high-school girlfriend drove one of these, that belonged to her mother. A 1988 sedan in blue with the 3-speed automatic. It was a good little car, if a bit of a rattletrap. The owner (girlfriend’s mom), however, wasn’t a huge fan, and coveted my mom’s Escort wagon.

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    There’s a guy in my neighborhood who still has one of these Novas. It’s a faded red like the one pictured.

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    My uncle had a 1988 Corolla Liftback Automatic in the same colour as this until very recently when it started having engine and suspension issues that wasn’t economically viable to fix.

    The thing was a rattletrap, the body wasn’t great and in about three different shades of red, and the A/C was busted but at least the AM/FM Radio worked, the speakers didn’t really though unfortunately. But it still got to 362k kms (225k miles), which isn’t bad considering it was basically neglected for the last 12 years of it’s life.

    He found a 1991 Corolla, in Red as well, (with a faded Red bonnet) with 172k kms (107k miles) and bought it for $1000 with tags to next February and a roadworthy. The mechanic he goes to took the ’88.

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    cimarron typeR

    A friend of mine from high school , had this exact vehicle, with M/T also. This was in early 90s so his car was much nicer than most, and most reliable secondary to the Corolla drivetrain.
    Incidentally, my dad was still driving his 81 Corolla wagon, red w/ fake wood paneling. That car was absolutely bomb proof, it survived 3 teenage drivers and essentially became a part of the family , the “tamale”, until late around ’99, donated as a kidney car in perfect solid running condition.It was definitely our version of Hammond’s “Oliver” Both the car and the our beloved dad are missed dearly.

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    Vince Greene

    My folks had one when I was a kid, in that light champagney gold that was all the rage back then.

    That little mother was bulletproof; we went cross country and back in it, and as I recall put 100,000 miles on it in about two years. Even survived my stepfather’s terrible mechanic skills. As I recall, Ma wanted something bigger – she was always fond of pimpmobiles – and we traded it for a cherry early 80s Buick of some sort. That was my folks; always changing cars. This and the 60s Continental are the only ones I really liked.

    I remember being eight or nine, and wishing it was the Twin Cam sporty model. I’m in NYC and haven’t seen an 80s Nova period in ten years plus; I haven’t seen the sport one since the 80s.

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    big al

    Does anyone else remember the blazing headline from Car & Driver(if I remember correctly) announcing Hell Freezes Over when GM introduced the new Nova :).

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