The Mysterious Case of the 1993 Subaru Liberty RS Turbo Station Wagon
As I sat in the hotel room, flipping through the pages of my newly acquired 1993 Subaru Liberty RS Turbo Station Wagon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. The car had been with me for nine months, and while it had been a wild ride, I was eager to finally take it out on the road and see what it was truly capable of.
The story of how I acquired this vehicle is one that I'm sure many of you are familiar with. A group of friends and I set out to import a car from Japan, determined to find the perfect ride for our adventures. We scoured the countryside, searching high and low for the perfect vehicle, until finally, we stumbled upon a 1993 Subaru Liberty RS Turbo Station Wagon in a small town nestled in the mountains. It was love at first sight, or rather, love at first glance of the car's interior, which seemed to be stuck in a time warp.
As I began to inspect the car more closely, I realized that it had been lovingly maintained by its previous owner, who had clearly taken great care to preserve the vehicle's originality. The interior was pristine, with nary a scratch or stain to be found, and the exterior showed signs of having been well-loved, but not abused. It was clear that this car had been driven hard, but also driven with a passion for life.
Despite its rough exterior, there was something about this car that drew me in. Perhaps it was the way the sunlight danced across its surfaces, or the sound of its engine purring like a contented beast. Whatever the reason, I knew that I had to have this car. And so, after a lengthy negotiation with the seller, which involved several late-night phone calls and a heated game of "importer's roulette," I finally emerged victorious.
The next step was to transport the car back to Australia, where it would undergo its maiden voyage on our scenic coastal roads. As we set off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. What would this car be like on the road? Would it live up to my expectations?
As we cruised down the Great Ocean Road, the car performed admirably, its turbocharged engine growling with delight as we accelerated out of corners and climbed steep hills. The ride was smooth and comfortable, thanks to its well-sprung suspension and powerful brakes. And despite its age, the car seemed to have lost none of its charm.
But it wasn't until we arrived at the RS Liberty National Meet in Melbourne that I truly understood just how special this car was. As we parked alongside a sea of similarly afflicted vehicles, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging. This was a community of like-minded individuals who shared my passion for these magnificent machines.
And as I looked around at the cars on display, each one more beautiful than the last, I realized that this vehicle was truly a gem. Its 17-inch wheels shone like diamonds in the sunlight, its silver paint glinting with a subtle sheen. It was clear that this car had been lovingly maintained over the years, and its owner took great pride in its appearance.
But it wasn't just about looks – this car was also incredibly capable. As we took her out for a spin on the track, I discovered that she had a secret weapon: a recirculating GFB valve that allowed me to divert boost pressure both back to the intake and into the atmosphere. It was a clever solution to a common problem, and one that had clearly been used by the car's previous owner.
As we explored the track, I began to appreciate just how well this car had been set up. The suspension was tweaked to perfection, with subtle adjustments that allowed the car to handle even the most aggressive corners with ease. And despite its age, the brakes still performed admirably, slowing the car down with a gentle yet firm touch.
But perhaps the greatest surprise of all was the engine itself. With only a three-inch exhaust and a chip for mods, I had expected the car to be a bit lacking in power. But as we took her out on the dyno, I was amazed by what she could do. A stunning 144 kilowatts at all four wheels, this car had far more grunt than I had ever anticipated.
As we packed up our gear and headed back north, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This car had truly exceeded my expectations, and I knew that it would be a faithful companion for many adventures to come. And as I looked over at the driver's seat, where Marty was grinning from ear to ear, I knew that this was just the beginning of our epic journey together.