Maybe it's me, my 97 1.9ltr drove 300 miles on its maiden voyage home, through the wilds of New England avoiding hostile Indian casinos, wild mustangs and rams, threading through the corn maze they call rt 95 Providence Rhode Island, passing Paul Revere to finally arive home. Ahh Lewis Wharf, a respit, and still had 3/8ths of 13 gallon tank left. My tools consisted of only a light switch, a turn signal, 2 pedals and a wheel yet I emerged with but the brightest of smiles and a longing for more...
