Last updated Feb 1, 2007
This was the purple people eater. My first beretta, and the car that prompted me to get my next beretta. It came direct from the previous owner with that spiffy, not-my-school's color, paint job. I had the pleasure of driving a car in high school that was the paint scheme of a rival school's color. This car was in pretty bad condition all around. The only thing in excellent shape on it was the engine and transmission. The interior was terrible, except the dash, which was perfect until a repair shop put slices in it. The seats were ripped, the cruise didn't work, the carpet was wearing through, the sunroof leaked buckets, the doors leaked, and the window constantly came off the tracks. The exterior had dings, and some retard (I know who you are!) backed into it causing a small dent. But it was my car, and I loved it until the day it was killed.
The previous owner was nice enough to sell the car with all the following, fabulous options!
-"Rainy day pond", auto-fill through firewall
-"Is that a moldy fry between the seats?"
-Custom holy exhaust at the manifold
-"Let's get a ticket!" exhaust rumble
-"ABS? What ABS?" (I hate ABS anyway)
-Chrome wipers! Oh boy!
-Yellow wiper arms...
-"Go, go, rival school!" paint scheme
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