A little history.

I bought my first Nissan 240sx back in the summer of 2002 and have had at least one in my stable for the last eight years. I spent pretty much all of 2009 building my latest 1994 240sx seen here:

S14 sr20det, Gt2871, Apexi Power FC, Carbon/Lexan Hatch, Work VS-MX, BC coils, you name it its got it. Correction: Had it.

Here she is now:


Graveyard status. I was changing the wheels when all four of the jack stands disappeared into the chassis. RIP s13 or so I thought. More on this later.


Shortly after ripping apart the S13, I found this gem on Craigslist.


A 1984 Toyota Corolla SR5. You'll have to excuse my blackberry's camera for not catching all the fine details of this beauty. It's beautifully decorated with candy maroon paint with silver flake clear coat, speckled with custom rust. The previous owner even took the liberty to touch up some of the baseball sized scratches with nail polish. Yes, nail polish.

Specs on the car include:
16valve 4AGE swap
Some sort of orange lowering springs
Celica Supra wheels
Custom autozone steering wheel
2.5 inch straight pipe all the way back
Studded snow tires

According to the previous owner, it belonged to her husband who died a couple of years back, leaving the car with her and her two kids. It sat for close to 4 years according to her and had no other knowledge of this polished turd. She was asking $600 for it so I grabbed a couple of my friends (Travis/Ragib) and headed over.

When we got there the car was covered in about an inche of dirt. The interior was covered in green fungus and smelled like Staten Island. Surprisingly we threw a battery in the car and grounded the ignition coil and it fired right up. Back from the dead. Literally.

On to the next issue. The car had a removable steering wheel with a locking cap on the steering wheel column. When I asked her for the key to the lock she had this dumbfounded look on her face.

"I gave you all the keys I have for the car. If it's not there then I have no idea."

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Luckily, Travis is a genius and took a grinder to the bitch (the lock, not the widow) and it popped right off. No damage done. Paid the lady and went home. Awesome!

This is where the trouble starts. I get home without a hitch and park up in my driveway with plans to take the car out later on that night. Come night fall I get in and crank the car. Wont turn over. I wait till morning and go back outside and try and start the car and VOILA! It's purring like a kitten. I take it around the block park up and turn off the car. I come back an hour later and the car won't start again. WTF? Seriously this car is possessed. I rip apart everything, rewire the fuel pump (previous owner wired it with speaker wire), change the fuses and spark plugs. Still no start. I change the ecu, the air flow meter, ignition coil and some more fuses and finally it starts right up. I think i fixed it!

Next morning, dead. Limp like George Bush Sr. I give up. I let the car sit for a couple of days and attempt starting it again. The damn thing starts right up. I change the injector resistor and call it a day.

It's official. My car is a damn Jinn.