Goodbye race. — Toyota Corolla Levin, 1.6 liter, 1993

Yes, my friends. Today I said goodbye to Black Levin. No matter how sorry ... Even sad.

In general, due to a number of circumstances, which make no sense to talk about, black Levin was put up for auction and moved to a new owner, or rather, the mistress. On this one could, perhaps, finish the story, but no! I would not be me if the sale of the car happened simply according to the "money-car" scheme. It wasn't here.

So, let's begin!

He wheeled, which means that the expanses of the motherland were cars. Every morning he started up and drove where he needed to, and even where he didn’t really need it, but he wanted to. Of course, in the midst of summer, and therefore roadworks on the streets of the city, the task often became more complicated - my miracle car could not drive everywhere. Where mere mortals made their way, I sometimes decided that I didn’t really need to go there, and went to look for other ways - pits and bumps often threatened to tear off either the bumper, or the thresholds, or the muffler. So, the car drove almost flawlessly, and one evening it was put in a warm dry box and left there for about a month.

A month later, I came there already with a buyer who has views of this black miracle of the Japanese car industry. As expected, the battery ran down in a month, because it was far from new, and the car was on an alarm, periodically triggering on cats walking around the room. Naturally, he did not want to start the car himself, as a result of which he was pushed out into the street, where an attempt was made to start it from the wires. It turned out to be not as easy as it seemed (well, who would doubt that it would be otherwise). The negative terminal was pretty oxidized, to be honest, it was not visible at all, and it was screwed with a bolt and nut, attention to 9! Well, where does a normal person get a key for 9 with him? At 8 there is, at 10, of course, there is, but the ninth. I still rack my brains about what kind of smart guy and with what fright to do such a thing came to mind. In general, there is no way to remove the battery.

Various thoughts begin to come to mind, including smart ones, for example, to ride a car on a rope. The mechanics should work. No sooner said than done. We hitch the car to the jeep, drive around the area - a dead number. We stop at one site in the heart of a residential area and begin to find out what is wrong. And we light it up, and check the fuses - nothing. I found a candle key in the bins of the motherland - there is no spark. Of course, the first suspicion fell on the distributor. They called a person with the same engine, removed the distributor from him - nothing has changed. They put mine to him - everything works for him. True, no spark was observed on the removed candle either (an explanation for this oddity has not been found).

They began to sniff - it doesn’t seem to smell of gasoline, although there seems to be sounds of the fuel system. But it is already getting dark and in general, everyone is tired and starting to get a little upset. They removed the back seat, looked at the fuel pump: it works. There was a smell of gasoline, though in the cabin, but that's not the point. And the car won't start.

Meanwhile, it was dark outside. In the headlights, the distributors were swapped, restoring the natural balance. And they dragged the cars back on a rope, put them in the parking lot and parted with nothing.

The next day, it was decided to hoist a black race on a tow truck and transport it to a service to provide qualified medical care.

I must say, ordinary tow trucks that pull the car on themselves are not very suitable for racing.

The gap between the threshold and the tow truck platform was only 3 centimeters, and on bumps, when the car swayed, they still snorted. And during the exit from the tow truck, I first put on a full gravel muffler, and then snorted the already incomplete front bumper.

During the inspection, it was found that the computer was out of order. Why and at what point is not yet known.

That's how we parted ways with the black car.