Acquiring the Impreza
So, this is probably a much longer story than anyone may have for getting their car into their driveway. It involves a Russian man, a big truck, a church, drugged up middle schoolers, and Integra, pushing the car a mile and three of the 4 wheels working. Don't worry, i will explain.
So i bought the car on RS25, kind of in a rush as i needed a car for the summer/when school started as i wrecked my other RS. These are the links to the original ads. Why plural? Because there is always a story. I guess the owner of the car, two owners ago at this point had the car and it was hit while parked. Was totaled and promptly sold it to another guy on RS25 who used it for it's engine and transmission bits, who then sold it to me. Anyways, links are here:
First Owner on RS25: 1998 impreza rs salvage title
Second Owner on RS25: SOLD 98 rs full exterior coupe
You may notice upon clicking any of those links the car is listed for sale in California. And you are right. I bought the car knowing it was gonna be a rust free shell (something we don't know much about here in Michigan) so the money spent on shipping it over here was well worth it to me.
So i sent money and went on a journey to find a shipper. I found a shipper that would ship the car for $950 from CA to MI, it seemed like a good deal so i jumped on it. Time went on and i got a call from the company while i was at work saying they didn't know the car was a shell (which i had clearly written to them in my description of the car) and they said they would need an extra $100 to ship it. Stupid. But i bit the bullet and said, whatever. I just wanted the car here.
So after waiting a week, i get a call from the Russian truck driver saying he'd be there in 20 minutes. WOOP! Pretty excited and i had taken the day off work to be able to be there when the car was there. 20 minutes later i get a call saying the truck driver couldn't make it down my street to deliver the car to my house. After a minute or so decided to have the car dropped off in a church parking lot a mile away from my house, as it was empty and i could drive up to the parking lot easily.
The trucker gave me a call and said he was there so i rolled over to the lot (had to ask my mom to drive me, sister took my other car. LITTLE embarrassing, but so is the rest of the story) and unloaded the car. She looked like this sitting in the parking lot.
I had also noticed there were no brakes on the car. I figured there would be, and i could just tow it home with my dad using my MX-3, but with no brakes i wasn't about to do that. I thought for a while and decided to leave the car in the parking lot and go home and try rounding up 5-6 friends to push the car home.
As it turns out, asking friends to help you push a car a mile with little to nothing is return doesn't work too well. Actually all but one was busy with work or something. It was about 6 PM and i really didn't want to have the car sitting in the lot overnight as it was a car with no engine, not on my property, with Cali plates and i didn't have the title yet. My friend and i HAD to move it.
My friend came over, and we also recruited my neighbor (NO idea what i would have done without him) and he drove over to the lot in my friend's Integra. What we were going to do was put straps on the front of the Integra and back of the Impreza, that way when we were doing down hills we could use the Integra as brakes. This seemed like a good plan, but we needed more people. That's when my friend's friend called. Apparently this kid was having a bit of a party that night and had lots of people at his house. All of them were bored (read: a couple high/drunk) and needed something to do. 15 minutes later there were three overfull carloads of people at my command to push this car to my house.
There must have been 18 people ranging from 13-19 years old, so we started pushing the car. Out on to the main road, quickly going and then into a neighborhood. At this point we already have weird looks, and the middle schooler all took our there iPhones and were recording the entire event (i still have yet to see the video, but i REALLY want to).
We got down the big hill that was the hardest part of the journey, and the little kids and drunk kids were starting to get bored. So a lot of yelling and screaming and general drawing of attention occurred. Kind of the opposite of what i wanted. We got some weird looks from people in the neighborhood, but no real hate towards what we were doing.
We had made it through the nieghborhood and were now on to my dirt road. Apparently some people didn't wear shoes... i guess that makes sense.
Person 1: "HEY DUDE WANNA GO PUSH SOME BROS CAR TO HIS HOUSE!?"
Person 2: "OH HELL YEAH LET'S GO!"
Person 1: "OH BRO PUT YOUR SHOES ON"
Person 2: "YEAH NAH!"
I dunno. Anyways, we power through the dirt and are finally on to my paved street. Everything is going well when all of a sudden there is a loud bang, passenger rear side of the car slams to the ground and the tire goes flying into someone's driveway. Shit. The rear bearing had seized up and literally sheared off the knuckle.
Well, we decided to life the car on to the jack my buddy had in the back of his car and try to push it with the one corner on the jack. Not happening. Eventually the neighbor who's house we broke down by (i don't like to use the words "broke down" as the car was technically already "broken" but.. ehhh) came out with a wooden dolly. Thank you neighbor! We lowered that car on to that and got down the street. The wheels on that started getting really hot (i wonder why) and the car was just sliding off the dolly. So we went to plan... shoot like at least F at this point. I ran to my neighbor who was helping us push the car's house and grabbed his dolly that was much bigger. Using that we pushed the car to my house and into my driveway. It was just about dark at this point and we tossed the car up on jack stands and called it a night.
I offered all the kids who had helped push the car pizza and drinks (soda) but they refused. Well okay? I then offered to drive them back to where they parked their cars... but i guess they wanted to walk. Well most of them. I ended up driving back one kid i had never met before in my life back to the church in my MX-3. 4 minute ride at most taking the long way and going slow.. and the only thing he managed to say was.. "So... this is a stickshift...?" to which i was like "Yep...", he then said "Cool.". It was all very silly.
So yeah, here is a picture of the actual journey we took to get the car home. I measured it out on google earth and it came out to be exactly a mile. The red dot is where the bearing sheared.
I snapped some pics while it was dark of the car in my driveway. Here they are:
And more i took before work when it was light out: