12-10-2009 01:09 AM

We don’t really have much to say about this menace to all that is innocent and pure, except that it’s hewn from brimstone and the nightmares of children. Imagine this ‘78 Mazda RX-3 appearing in your rear view on a moonlit night with 12A howling. Even Cthulhu would cower in fear. [image: Katuofusitarou]

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My Dad had an early 70s RX-3 that he bought new way back then. He always speaks fondly of the car to this day.

Unfortunately it was T-boned when it was several years old by a drunk small town judge or something who ran through a red light. The judge faced no consequences, and my Dad's RX-3 was totaled, and he was given some insulting amount of money by the insurance company.

That's what passes for justice, I guess.

An RX-3? No worries, just wait for it to run out of oil. That should take less than 4 tanks of gas if my memory serves correctly.