We've been revisitingsome 80s gems here at CarLust these last couple of weeks, and before we head into the '90s, it feels right to share this period artwork that I've had stashed in my hard drive for some time now.
Yes, they're neither that many nor that hard to figure out for our seasoned veterans, but for the novice CarLust carspotter, it couldn't be a more perfect exercise.
When the 1986 Taurus hit the market, it turned car styling on its head. Gone instantly were straight line creases and wedgie shapes. Curves were now in, and oh yeah, were they!
This second generation Pulsar NX followed the trend, and looked so much better with a reskin. It also offered more FUN things like T-Tops and a removable hatch panel that left flying buttresses for strength. With the hatch gone, a small canopy covered the trunk area so your stuff didn't get wet or stolen... hopefully.
It also kept some of the old car. Flip-up headlights, boxy tail lights, and from the side, you could see enough of the old car to know what this one was. Good job, Nissan!
It was the early to mid 1980s, and everybody was having fun. But some of us Datsun Nissan fans couldn't afford a 280Z or 300ZX, yet we wanted a sporty ride. What to do, oh, what to do.
Enter the first generation Pulsar NX into the American market in 1983. Its timing was superb, since the Sentra Sport Coupe was still a few years away, and a regular Nissan Sentra (2-Door, 4-Door, 5-Door Wagon, and 3-Door Hatchback) was for the sensible, not the sporty.
I nearly ordered one of these puppies (I worked at NMMC at the time), but since a 1984 Sport Truck was already in the stable, something more car-like and less fun was in order to replace that wretched Pontiac T100 that I just had to have at one time. So I took the sensible route and got a 1985 Sentra 4-Door XE with a 5-speed. This NX would have been more fun. And a lot more sporty.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a car that clearly belonged to the category of CarLust when I was in 5th-7th grade when others lusted after Dodge Vipers, Ferrari F50s and Lamborghini Diablos; a car that I often drew in class Study Hall and even used as a writing assignment subject; a car that I daydreamed about making radical modifications (ah, blissful youthful mechanical and economic ignorance…) among other things; a car whose name I respect and whose USDM “successor” I rebuke for setting back 37 years such a proud name; a car whose information –it pains me to say- lives up to its name of not being there; the 1997-2002 Mitsubishi Mirage.
It doesn’t matter how you view Toyota cars –or cars in general- whether they’re appliances or machines that never go out of style; if you use ‘em and don’t maintain ‘em, they’ll be scrap sooner than later, regardless of all their praise, earned or otherwise. While this commercial recommends that you take your car to a certified Toyota Service Center, I want to personally include reputable independent shops as well, provided that you don’t know what you’re doing or don't have the tools for the job when it comes to maintenance (there’s no shame in asking for help or letting the professionals do it).
That bridge looks like California's Golden Gate Bridge, but it isn't. The car doesn't look like a 1980s Volvo, but it is. And I think we North Americans were robbed by never getting this sporty hatchback.
Those bumpers make it look American. The rear quarters say "shooting brake." Its overall design suggests near perfection.
The car may have looked fairly Honda-ish for the time. And why not? This was Volvo's first front-wheel-drive car, so its packaging fit Honda's profile (Though thankfully with a longer, safer front end).
It belongs somewhere between Volvo's P1800GT (1961-1973) and their C30 (2006-2013). In fact, it fits quite well between them, even with its requisite 1980s boxy styling (Think Mustang). The 480 was made between 1985 and 1995, and had all three cars been given the same or a similar name (Maybe the P1700 and/or the P2000?), I doubt that anybody would have complained.
Chuck is a North-American TV show about Chuck Bartowski, a young man whose mediocre life changed when he opened an e-mail containing encrypted content composed of a huge number of highly classified information called the Intersect. Once read and in the subconscious of brain, the person with this information becomes a supercomputer of sorts, able to do things like ID an international criminal, or identify a weapon or document of upmost importance, though involuntarily. And that’s just the first season! Due to his skills behind a computer and overall unorthodox ways in handling situations in relation to governmental bureaus, Chuck reluctantly becomes part of a secret anti-terrorist team effort until a way is found to remove the Intersect from his head. His cover? His mundane life. In the meantime, serious questions appear: What makes a spy: the equipment or the individual? Can one be a spy and have a normal, happy life? Can one be a spy without sacrificing one’s values and integrity?