My first car was a Vega. Loved the car. I have fond memories of being stuck on the Santa Monica Freeway when the engine meltdown occurred.
Years later I was driving to Seaside, Oregon, over Saddle Mountain. A Cosworth Vega went zipping past me like I was standing still. A few moments later I saw the tell-tale "ring of smoke" and poor Cosworth was sitting at the side of the rode around the next bend, a victim of superior Chevy engineering.
My first car was a Vega. Loved the car. I have fond memories of being stuck on the Santa Monica Freeway when the engine meltdown occurred.
Years later I was driving to Seaside, Oregon, over Saddle Mountain. A Cosworth Vega went zipping past me like I was standing still. A few moments later I saw the tell-tale "ring of smoke" and poor Cosworth was sitting at the side of the rode around the next bend, a victim of superior Chevy engineering.