Sometimes I just can’t help myself — I want a shitbox.
There are days when I would rather be wheeling along with a wobbly steering rack wriggling in my hands than mashing the gas in some finely-assembled new car.
I normally find my crapcan fascination turning towards first-generation Toyota Tercels (the ones with the little Volvo-esque glass hatchback), but I’m currently stuck on the idea of buying an early ‘80s Corolla coupe like the one above and hammering around at the limit of traction with it.
What’s your favorite shitbox?
Photo Credit: Toyota
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