Regrets: Toyota MR2
Clearly inspired by the regretful tale of the Volkswagen Corrado on PetrolBlog last week, our New Car Editor, Robin Brown has penned a few words on a regret that still keeps him awake at night. Such is the trauma associated with the tale that few people have discovered the full truth of what unfolded all those years ago. Now, for the first time on a public forum, PetrolBlog is able to share Robin’s dramatic and horrifying story. It involves a Rover 213 and a Toyota MR2 – an unlikely couple. But then this is an unlikely tale.
I’ll allow Robin to pick it up from here…
My first car was a Rover 213 – a rebadged Honda with a half-decent engine and bodywork worse than Sylvester Stallone’s mum. It leaked like a sieve, there was a weird alternator fault that occasionally drained the battery and the cassette player didn’t work.
I got it up to 100mph once and I was reminded of Sulu in Star Trek, in command of the USS Excelsior and pushing the ship to its limits. “She’ll fly apart”, warns the helmsman. He wasn’t speaking about the Rover 200, but he could have been. I think every single component was vibrating at a different frequency to the next.
It wasn’t much fun to own and when it went to the scrapyard, a matter of months after I’d bought it for £200, I didn’t shed a tear.
But this story isn’t about the Rover. It’s about the First Car that never was. A car with two-seats, an engine mounted amidships sending its power to the rear wheels through a five-speed manual box. A first-generation Toyota MR2.
I never drove this particular car, but I was taken out in it by its owner – a friend of the family – for a nerve-shredding blat around the country roads surrounding Hartlepool. It had a dazzling turn of pace, sounded amazing and was incredibly low-slung. But those things weren’t on my mind at the time.
The MR2′s looks – this was a first-gen – were utterly stunning to my eyes, and still are. It looks best in Absolutely Red or Paradise Blue Metallic and is a car that tells you a lot about what was going on in the ’80s.
I admired the MR2 from afar. The chap it belonged to lived out in the Far East for the majority of the year. He’d already gifted me his expensive racing push bike and bought me the biggest pen-knife I’d ever seen.
The thought that the MR2 was somewhat wasted in a garage, being driven around the block by his ex-wife once a week, occurred to me – but I couldn’t push my luck. I couldn’t afford to take it off his hands and the notion of taxing and insuring this pocket beast was beyond me.
Before long I was off to university and thoughts turned to a very different kind of bodywork. One a trip home one day my Mam casually mentioned that her sister was heading south – where the family friend had moved – to pick up the MR2. I was stunned – and a little hurt that I hadn’t been given first refusal. When I recovered my wits I enquired as to how much he’d asked for it.
“Oh, he’s giving it to her for nothing,” she said, still casually. I was stunned. For nothing? How come he didn’t offer it to me?
“He asked if you wanted it, but I said you wouldn’t be interested.”
To this day I genuinely find this impossible to comprehend. In fact I find it hard to think about. I didn’t begrudge my Auntie the car – and she cherished and cared for it for many years, even to the point where every tank of unleaded fuel had to be accompanied by a bottle of various additives towards the end.
It gradually fell apart three or four years ago and she bought an MX-5. Clearly the MR2 had worked its magic – it had gone to a good home.
But what I would have done with that car. How I would have loved it. The thought of the car has never left me. There was probably something of the MR2 at the back of my mind when I bought my current Ford Puma.
And in the constant walk back to the cliff edge of exotic car ownership. A Porsche 944, a Mazda RX-8. A Honda S2000 is currently in my sights. And now, just to complete the circle, there’s another Toyota coupé on the market. I’ve not driven the GT86 yet, despite virtually camping on the Toyota desk at SMMT North, but have heard good things.
Maybe I will own a Toyota coupe one of these days – I just have to find someone to give me one for free.
Car: MK1 Toyota MR2
Regret: Not buying
Reason for not buying: My Mam
Strength of regret: 9/10
Possibility of buying another one: 5/10
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Toyota image courtesy of Toyota GB.