By on February 10, 2016

1988 Toyota Corolla FX16 GT-S

It was the summer of 1990, and my mom was getting tired of her old Sentra. With barely 70 horsepower, it was lethargic on any grade. To be fair, we live in Ohio, so steep hills are not frequently encountered, but the car was not meeting her needs. I encouraged her to start shopping, and we ended up at a Toyota dealer.

While I drooled over the Celica and Corolla GT-S, mom found a light blue Corolla sedan that she fell in love with. Save for an AM/FM-cassette, it was stripped — we even had to buy an aftermarket clock! — but it had more power and room than the old Nissan. Good thing, too, as that was the summer I went from five-foot-five to six-foot-two-inches tall.

She’s on Corolla number five or six now. It may not inspire enthusiasts, but the Corolla inspires loyalty.

(Read More…)

Recent Comments

  • gasser: I live in Los Angeles. IMHO the 2 problems are degradation of driving skills during the pandemic and cell...
  • Jeff S: If that is true hopefully at least solid state batteries will use less lithium.
  • Jeff S: EBFlex is definitely off his meds.
  • Jeff S: @Arthur–So true. There are still some who believe the original Moon landing was a Government conspiracy...
  • Jeff S: I did hear about some little green men in a saucer that were stopped and when asked for a green card they...

New Car Research

Get a Free Dealer Quote

Who We Are

  • Adam Tonge
  • Bozi Tatarevic
  • Corey Lewis
  • Jo Borras
  • Mark Baruth
  • Ronnie Schreiber