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My most indelible memory of my (now fortunately GONE) BRZ was a couple of years ago in the summer driving through the Idaho mountains on my way to Boise on a twisty 2 lane road with a 65 mph speed limit. I had the great misfortune to be behind about 75 ancient 1930's era collectors cars being driven on a rally, each going about 35 miles per hour. I manage to pass them all, over time, and at the very end I heard 30 seconds worth of continuous wretching from my 40 lb doodle in the vestigial back seat, as he vomited all over the (blankets) I had laid out back there. So I got to drive another hour and 15 minutes with the scent of dog vomit permeating the tiny cabin volume in that fake, gutless, "sports car." I think that was the trip that made me decide to unload the car.
I traded it in on an STi, which I still own. The car was virtually brand new when I traded it in, and it sat on that Subaru dealer's lot for 4 or 5 months before they found someone to buy it.
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