Originally Posted by wohnson89
When I was about eleven or so, I saw my first SVX. My family and I were going out for lunch and when we got to the restaurant we saw this wild red car parked in the parking lot. I immediately thought it was a Ferrari or some kind of exotic. My dad’s eyes lit up when he saw it. He knew the unmistakable lines of the SVX instantly. When, in 1993, my dad went out to buy his first new car it was between a few different cars, the Mazda RX-7 and the Subaru SVX were among these. The SVX got beaten out and he got the RX-7 but he had always liked the car. Of course being a body man’s son I too was interested, but I figured it was one of those cars that I would never be able to afford in my lifetime.
About a year ago, my search for the perfect car for my first car began. I had many criteria that the car had to meet: good looking, okay gas mileage, under budget well equipped (leather, heater, windshield, usual stuff)I made up a list with everything from Ford Broncos to Mitsubishi 3000gt vr4’s, which included the options and years that I wanted. I don’t know why, but my specificity made it hard for me to find a car. (I guess I’m just picky) Often I would ask my dad about a particular car that I found on Craigslist just to find out that it was either sold or he would not be interested in it, and he would just say “something will show up just trust me.”
That summer I was talking to my dad about cars, as we so often do, and he brought up this car that a friend of his had recently become engrossed in. He called it a “Subaru SVX.” I had all but forgotten that SVX that I saw in that restaurant parking lot so many years ago. Once again was intrigued but not quite obsessive. As my search for a car became ever more feverish, I was looking harder and harder to find that “perfect car.” Every time my dad would just say “something will show up just trust me.”
Around august of this year, I was playing with my dads phone and saw that there were some pictures of a SVX on it, in his parking lot. I didn’t know what to think because at first I thought it was his friends SVX but his was green, not black and white. It was a beautiful machine.
Months went by before I heard anything more about that mysterious black and white symbol of vehicular transportation. Then one afternoon, while sitting in the house waiting for the sound of the 5.7L Hemi that powered his Ram to roll into the drive way, I heard something else, something that sounded like nothing we owned, and I looked outside and I saw it. It was the SVX that I had seen on his phone months ago, and it was sitting in the driveway.
I immediately dropped what I was doing and ran outside. Something that I had never felt before overcame me and compelled me to run to it, and fast. It was like when a baby sees a wagon and in dumb struck awe he runs to it. I was so excited. We then surveyed the car then took it to a nearby parking lot so that I could drive it. I was even more in love with it.
My dad had to fill me in on the details of this car. The friend of my dad’s who we bought the car from, picked the car up from a person around the Washington area as a parts car. While under the control of that owner in the Washington area, the transmission blew-up. I think it had something to do with the owner shifting the car into neutral and revving it till it red-lined, and then slamming it into drive to do an all-wheel burnout, but it’s just an idea. When my dad’s friend acquired the car he completely rebuilt the transmission and fixed some other things fully intending on this SVX to be his second SVX but, his other projects forced him to sell the car to my dad. On November 10, 2010, “The Revrend” was moved to my hands. And I became the proud owner of a 1992 Subaru SVX LS-L.
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