My dad was super thoughtful and knew it would be a good idea to give me his (somewhere between 1989-1992) Subaru GL 2 door. He drove this beauty for a few years before getting a new car, and retiring her in the garage until I could drive in high school.
By the time I got her, only one window rolled down, the AC didn’t work, and subsequently, my sister cut part of her finger off on a deli meat slicer, and I rushed her to the hospital in my Subaru while she gushed blood all over my front seat…






