History
My Dad wanted me to buy a canary yellow Galant (!!!) but I was more interested in this beast out the back of the car yard. Dad reckoned the engine was on the way out and I would probably only get a month or two out of it - perhaps he was just trying to talk me out of a cop magnet. I babied that engine for twelve months (perhaps it was Dads way of making sure I didn't drive too hard!) Sneaking home late one night, or more like early one morning, she went with a bang! 200m from the driveway, but close enough to rattle home. I helped Dad put a new engine in for Christmas. This was the first of my 3 Toranas and is still in the family.
