My story...
So I was on the search for a first car. I decided if I was going to have an import it HAD to be RWD. That was a requirement. I knew how much of a fucking pain it is to work on some FWD cars. I started looking at old mustangs, camaro, things of that nature. I'm a real big fan of American Muscle. I was with my brother one day when we raced a Z32 300ZX and that was the day that my love for Nissan's blossomed. I started looking for old Nissan's and shit. Found tons of old 300ZX's that I almost bought until the owner sold to someone else. The a friend told me of someone he knew that was selling a 280Z turbo for $200. Friend got arrested and the car was gone by the time he checked in on it. Then I started scouring craigslist for Datsun's and I came accross the "B210" as the owner called it. Drove out there and picked it up for $550 and brought it home and it's been a pain in our ass since then. lol
Everyone tells me its just a piece of shit beater, but I think my Sunny is beautiful and I cherish it and take care of it, and it's slowly becoming what I want it to be. My response to them is always "yeah, but it's my little beater." The whole tire falling off thing didn't really help my argument that it wasn't a piece of crap. And I mean, how do you explain the love of a Datsun to someone who really doesn't feel the same love for Datsun's? You really have to own one to understand that Datsun's are a lifestyle.
The car is a pain in my parents ass and I love it. Hell, I even had a code enforcement officer called out shortly after it rolled into the driveway to harass us about it.
"If you love something, set it free.
If it comes back, it was meant to be.
If it doesn't, HUNT IT DOWN AND KILL IT!!!"