Good morning! This week, we’re going to look at pairs of cars from the same year, and each year will also be the same as the release year of an album I love. Hey, they didn’t tell me I couldn’t write a little about music as well as cars, so let’s push the envelope a bit. Today’s choices both hail from 1983, the same year as The Police’s fifth and final studio album, Synchronicity.
On Friday, we looked at a pair of Corvettes for a hypothetical cross-country purchase and flip. I originally meant to find a C3 and a C4, but I couldn’t find a C3 that I liked, so we wound up with two C4s. Worse, two white C4s. Given the similarity of the cars, it came down to condition and transmission type, and the automatic convertible’s $1500 price discount wasn’t enough to recommend it over the stickshift coupe, which really is in lovely condition for the price.
For what it’s worth, I agree with the majority here. The Doug Nash 4+3 gearbox is a little weird to operate, but at its heart it is a good old H-pattern four-speed, the manual transmission of choice for Corvettes dating all the way back to 1957. The later ZF six-speed is undoubtedly better, but only if you get rid of that dumb skip-shift thingy.
Now then: The old adage “you have to suffer to write” isn’t necessarily always true, but it seems to be the case that the really good stuff in any artistic field comes from a place of friction. Conflict creates passion, which fuels creativity, and in a collaborative medium like a record album, the members of a band hating each other a little bit often leads to some brilliant music. When everybody is having fun and getting along, you get Hanson. When all the parts are recorded separately because nobody can stand to be in the same room as one another, you get Let It Be. Or Rumours. Or Synchronicity.
If all you remember are “Every Breath You Take,” “Wrapped Around Your Finger,” and “King Of Pain,” do yourself a favor and listen to the whole thing again, straight through, in order. It’s 40 minutes of musical genius, and the big hits actually make more sense in the context of the rest of the album. From the bouncy 6/4 time signature of “Synchronicity I” to the jazzy and sinister “Murder By Numbers,” allegedly recorded in one take with no prior rehearsal, it’s excellent. (Yes, even that weird Stewart Copeland song on side 1.)
And while you’re listening, here are a couple of cars to check out.
1983 Datsun/Nissan Sentra – $2,500
Engine/drivetrain: 1.6-liter overhead cam inline 4, three-speed automatic, FWD
Location: Folsom, PA
Odometer reading: 52,000 miles
Operational status: Runs and drives well, has been in storage
In the early 1980s, while small Japanese cars were slowly taking over the suburbs, one automaker was busy trying to get buyers to call it by a different name: Nissan. Along with the new name came a massive ad campaign, and a bunch of new models, including the all-new front-wheel-drive Sentra, which replaced the popular RWD Datsun 210. “The Name Was Nissan,” but for a couple of years, the cars wore both badges until the market got used to it.
This 1983 Sentra is practically a time capsule. It has only 52,000 miles to its name, and apart from some sun-bleaching, it could have been bought yesterday, and driven home in time to watch Cheers. it’s not the most desirable spec – a four-door sedan with an automatic transmission – but it’s probably representative of what rolled out of most Datsun, er, Nissan, dealerships back then.
Nissan’s tagline may have been “Major Motion” back then, but don’t expect miracles from this little car. It has a carbureted 1.6 liter four that sends a meager 69 horsepower to the front wheels through the aforementioned automatic. I’ve driven a Pulsar from this era with the same engine and transmission, and it was leisurely, to say the least. The seller says it runs and drives well, but they also mention that it has been stored for sixteen years. Best be ready to replace some rubber parts.
It appears to have escaped the rust that consumed so many cars of this era, but the paint is really dull and faded. It’s hard to say whether it would shine back up or not. But even as it sits, this car is neat to see. It has beaten (or rather, hidden from) the forces of time and attrition, and it serves as a clean example of the way economical cars used to be.
1983 Ford Thunderbird – $3,500
Engine/drivetrain: 5.0-liter overhead valve V8, three-speed automatic, RWD
Location: Columbia, MD
Odometer reading: 138,000 miles
Operational status: Not running; needs fuel pump “or something”
Meanwhile, over in Dearborn, Michigan, one of the oldest automotive names around – Ford – was trying like hell to claw its way out of the doldrums of the malaise era. Its versatile Fox platform made up the lion’s share of its midsize offerings, but while the platform was well-thought-out, the cars themselves were, with the exception of the Mustang, pretty uninspiring. The Thunderbird personal luxury coupe, in particular, seemed lost and awkward when it moved from the full-size LTD platform to the smaller Fox in 1980. It wasn’t until this aerodynamic new body style was introduced in 1983 that the Thunderbird started to get its mojo back.
The coolest version of this generation Thunderbird was the Turbo Coupe, which featured a turbocharged version of Ford’s 2.3 liter four, often paired with a five-speed manual. It had blackout trim and really sharp-looking alloy wheels. This isn’t one of those. This is your grandma’s Thunderbird, with lots of chrome, fake woodgrain, a column-shifted automatic, and fake wire wheel covers. But at least this one has a 302 V8, not the lame 3.8 liter Essex V6.
That V8, however, is the source of this car’s problems. It’s the first year for throttle-body fuel injection, which requires higher fuel line pressure than a carburetor, meaning the old engine-operated diaphragm fuel pumps won’t cut it. Fuel-injected cars have electric fuel pumps, and if I understand correctly, this car has two of them, one inside the fuel tank and one in-line under the car. One or the other – or maybe both – has failed, and the car won’t start. The seller can get it to run for a few seconds by dribbling fuel straight down the throttle body, but that’s it.
In-tank fuel pumps are a colossal pain in the ass; just ask our buddy Stephen Walter Gossin, who has seen people resort to drastic measures to access them in the past. But if that’s really all this car needs, it could be worth the effort. It’s mighty clean otherwise, and these are comfy cars, among the last of the traditional personal luxury coupes.
And that takes care of 1983. the year when “Every Breath You Take” was on MTV constantly – along with some short film about dancing zombies. Tune in tomorrow for another musical journey, and two more crappy old cars. And no, they won’t all be from the ’80s, I promise.
(Image credits: Craigslist sellers)
One of my Aunts bought an 83 Sentra brand new, lowest possible spec, manual everything including the transmission, didn’t even have a radio.
By 1990 things were starting to fail on the car, and for some reason (She was broke is the reason) I was her now trusted mechanic. Mind you, I was 13, but I spent many weekends under that car, or next to it, or under the hood. I did oil changes, I did her brakes, I replaced her oil pan gasket, gave it a tune up. The fact that I was left to do this, entirely unsupervised kinda boggles my mind now, I have a 14 year old, and there’s no way I’d just toss him a whole ass car, a minimal tool set, the keys and just tell him to have at it!
Anyways I voted Thunderbird.
My first car was an 89 Sentra stripper like that. No radio, no passenger side mirror, not even a vanity mirror for the passenger. Wrecked and fixed four times (one my fault) before we got rid of it.
I read something recently about all the crazy stuff we did at very early ages that for whatever reason we don’t let our kids do now, or wait until they are much older. Interesting study on how it affects those kids and their sense of independence and confidence when they get older.
Also picked T-bird.
Yeah, they are living very different lives than we did, they sure aren’t as independent as I was at that age, but I’m okay with that; I got into a lot of situations I had no business being in.
Our musical tastes are pretty closely aligned so I’m enjoying the mixing of music and cars and wouldn’t mind one bit if it became a regular thing. Growing up my car was where I listened to most of my music and to this day certain artists/albums/songs remind me of the cars I had when I was listening to them.
yeah my first car, the only system that wasn’t consistently inconsistent in operation was the radio/cassette deck, and it was also the first time in my life i had control over the choice of music. Spent a lot of time in the driveway that first summer, even when the car wasn’t roadworthy.
Same, before I got my license I used to go out to the garage and sit in my mom’s car to listen to my Heart: Bad Animals cassette.
Our musical tastes are pretty closely aligned so I’m enjoying the mixing of music and cars and wouldn’t mind one bit if it became a regular thing. Growing up my car was where I listened to most of my music and to this day certain artists/albums/songs remind me of the cars I had when I was listening to them.
yeah my first car, the only system that wasn’t consistently inconsistent in operation was the radio/cassette deck, and it was also the first time in my life i had control over the choice of music. Spent a lot of time in the driveway that first summer, even when the car wasn’t roadworthy.
Same, before I got my license I used to go out to the garage and sit in my mom’s car to listen to my Heart: Bad Animals cassette.
I miss having to listen to the entire album… waiting for the album to arrive in the record store, buying it the first day, and listening to it straight through. Then you had to make a cassette copy to play in your car… and then add a couple of favorites to your mix tape. When I was in college, I remember listening to that album in its entirety on my Walkman as I went about my business.
The Sentra was an entry level penalty box even when new.
Even in this modern digital age of Spotify I still default to listening to albums straight through, my younger coworkers don’t understand it.
I miss having to listen to the entire album… waiting for the album to arrive in the record store, buying it the first day, and listening to it straight through. Then you had to make a cassette copy to play in your car… and then add a couple of favorites to your mix tape. When I was in college, I remember listening to that album in its entirety on my Walkman as I went about my business.
The Sentra was an entry level penalty box even when new.
Even in this modern digital age of Spotify I still default to listening to albums straight through, my younger coworkers don’t understand it.
Ah the stalker song, “every breath you take”
I took the t-bird, that sentra would just be so boring!
Also one of the top wedding first-dance songs for folks of my generation. Chosen by folks who don’t listen to all the lyrics. (We went with Never Tear Us Apart).
Or when they dance to REM’s The One I Love.
Ah the stalker song, “every breath you take”
I took the t-bird, that sentra would just be so boring!
Also one of the top wedding first-dance songs for folks of my generation. Chosen by folks who don’t listen to all the lyrics. (We went with Never Tear Us Apart).
Or when they dance to REM’s The One I Love.
The second car I owned was an ’85 Nissan Sentra (in 1991). Same color as this one, also a 4-door but with a stick. It was gutless and had weird carb-heat problems in the winter. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible an automatic would have been. Nostalgia doesn’t win this one, I’ll take the T-bird with the 302.
The second car I owned was an ’85 Nissan Sentra (in 1991). Same color as this one, also a 4-door but with a stick. It was gutless and had weird carb-heat problems in the winter. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible an automatic would have been. Nostalgia doesn’t win this one, I’ll take the T-bird with the 302.
As slow as that Sentra is, it would be painful going anywhere. The King of Pain, one might say.
The T-bird has me Wrapped Around It’s Finger.
As slow as that Sentra is, it would be painful going anywhere. The King of Pain, one might say.
The T-bird has me Wrapped Around It’s Finger.
I clicked the link thinking I would vote for the Sentra but voted for the Thunderbird. I’m not sure why, but I can tell you those “white wall” tires combined with that faded paint made me a little nauseous.
I clicked the link thinking I would vote for the Sentra but voted for the Thunderbird. I’m not sure why, but I can tell you those “white wall” tires combined with that faded paint made me a little nauseous.
T-bird, even though I dislike the color.
T-bird, even though I dislike the color.
Fox body, no question. If I recall Ford put a big inline fuel filter alongside a frame rail on these. Start there before dropping the tank. Rest of the car looks in fine shape.
Fox body, no question. If I recall Ford put a big inline fuel filter alongside a frame rail on these. Start there before dropping the tank. Rest of the car looks in fine shape.
The Sentra is impressive, but the broken t-bird wins. Even if the engine isn’t fixable, it’s a perfect vehicle for an engine swap with the 5.0.
The Sentra is impressive, but the broken t-bird wins. Even if the engine isn’t fixable, it’s a perfect vehicle for an engine swap with the 5.0.
That T Bird is right down the road from me. Columbia is a DC suburb (verging on exurb) for those of you that aren’t familiar with the area. One of DC’s biggest flaws is its ludicrous amount of sprawl. You can essentially drive an hour outside of the city limits in any direction and still be in the land of cookie cutter McMansions, cul de sacs, strip malls, et cetera.
While there are some gems in the DC burbs (Alexandria and Takoma Park come to mind) a lot of it is uniquely depressing. DC height laws needed to be abolished yesterday and the city needs a gargantuan influx of affordable, high density housing. The rush hour traffic between the city and the aforementioned sprawl is dystopian. Regardless, give me the T Bird because it has a V8.
Synchronicity is an excellent record. Obviously Copeland is the highlight of all things Police, but I’ve always really appreciated Andy Summers’ guitar work. He’s not necessarily a super technical player but his use of effects and outside the box chord and note choices really add to the band’s unique and distinct sound. I’m pretty sure I bought my first chorus pedal after realizing it was the effect used on Walking On The Moon.
And Sting takes a lot of shit for being a very basic bass player but I don’t think it’s fair. I think his bass lines are quite memorable and they always suit the songs…not to mention they leave a lot of space for Copeland and Summers to be the weirdos they are. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a pocket player.
One person’s “suburban sprawl” is another person’s “good stormwater management”.
That might apply to some suburbs, but certainly not to anywhere in Texas.
Looking at you, Houston.
Well, yeah, El Paso doesn’t have to worry about this too much. But Houston’s flooding problems are a result of not enough open space to allow stormwater to sit and wait or adsorb into the soil. If Houston had been developed with more open space in between (and within) developments, the flooding would not be as bad. The solution is to detain the stormwater until the downstream watercourse can handle it, but you need space to do this.
Of course, if they had done this, the outer perimeter of the Houston metro would be 50 miles farther out.
There are other solutions, but those cost money.
The reality is that a family of 4 changing the surface condition of an acre of land (turning forest or other undisturbed soil into pavement, lawn, roof area or any other less or impervious area) vastly decreases the time of concentration (time for a unit of water to travel from where it lands to wherever it’s going). You’re still changing the properties of the land to suit suburban use cases in a way that requires massive stormwater detention areas (ponds, underground storage, etc.) for very, very small populations relative to what would be needed for greater density. Those spread out populations also demand more impervious area in the form of roads, massive parking lots for endless shopping centers, you name it. Ideally, these people wouldn’t be more spread out, they would be more compact, opening up space for legitimate detention areas on top of it all.
Suburbs are definitely not efficient for the purpose of managing stormwater. And the cost of providing proper stormwater management (and the maintenance of roads, water lines, other infrastructure) for those sorts of suburbs are often subsidized by people living in urban areas. Which sucks.
Ah yes, those urban areas and their absolutely horrid combination sewers. Just put it all into one pipe, so that when these storms happen, you get a massive SSO.
Now I realize that a place like Texas, which doesn’t worry about oil spills or cancer superhighways, isn’t going to worry about SSOs very much either. But the rest of us do.
My (small) city is actually separating the sewers, and have slowly but surely come close to complete separation.
That’s a good thing.
Family of 4 on one acre? Yikes! Most suburbs’ SF homes are on less than 1/4 acre.
That T Bird is right down the road from me. Columbia is a DC suburb (verging on exurb) for those of you that aren’t familiar with the area. One of DC’s biggest flaws is its ludicrous amount of sprawl. You can essentially drive an hour outside of the city limits in any direction and still be in the land of cookie cutter McMansions, cul de sacs, strip malls, et cetera.
While there are some gems in the DC burbs (Alexandria and Takoma Park come to mind) a lot of it is uniquely depressing. DC height laws needed to be abolished yesterday and the city needs a gargantuan influx of affordable, high density housing. The rush hour traffic between the city and the aforementioned sprawl is dystopian. Regardless, give me the T Bird because it has a V8.
Synchronicity is an excellent record. Obviously Copeland is the highlight of all things Police, but I’ve always really appreciated Andy Summers’ guitar work. He’s not necessarily a super technical player but his use of effects and outside the box chord and note choices really add to the band’s unique and distinct sound. I’m pretty sure I bought my first chorus pedal after realizing it was the effect used on Walking On The Moon.
And Sting takes a lot of shit for being a very basic bass player but I don’t think it’s fair. I think his bass lines are quite memorable and they always suit the songs…not to mention they leave a lot of space for Copeland and Summers to be the weirdos they are. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a pocket player.
One person’s “suburban sprawl” is another person’s “good stormwater management”.
That might apply to some suburbs, but certainly not to anywhere in Texas.
Looking at you, Houston.
Well, yeah, El Paso doesn’t have to worry about this too much. But Houston’s flooding problems are a result of not enough open space to allow stormwater to sit and wait or adsorb into the soil. If Houston had been developed with more open space in between (and within) developments, the flooding would not be as bad. The solution is to detain the stormwater until the downstream watercourse can handle it, but you need space to do this.
Of course, if they had done this, the outer perimeter of the Houston metro would be 50 miles farther out.
There are other solutions, but those cost money.
The reality is that a family of 4 changing the surface condition of an acre of land (turning forest or other undisturbed soil into pavement, lawn, roof area or any other less or impervious area) vastly decreases the time of concentration (time for a unit of water to travel from where it lands to wherever it’s going). You’re still changing the properties of the land to suit suburban use cases in a way that requires massive stormwater detention areas (ponds, underground storage, etc.) for very, very small populations relative to what would be needed for greater density. Those spread out populations also demand more impervious area in the form of roads, massive parking lots for endless shopping centers, you name it. Ideally, these people wouldn’t be more spread out, they would be more compact, opening up space for legitimate detention areas on top of it all.
Suburbs are definitely not efficient for the purpose of managing stormwater. And the cost of providing proper stormwater management (and the maintenance of roads, water lines, other infrastructure) for those sorts of suburbs are often subsidized by people living in urban areas. Which sucks.
Ah yes, those urban areas and their absolutely horrid combination sewers. Just put it all into one pipe, so that when these storms happen, you get a massive SSO.
Now I realize that a place like Texas, which doesn’t worry about oil spills or cancer superhighways, isn’t going to worry about SSOs very much either. But the rest of us do.
My (small) city is actually separating the sewers, and have slowly but surely come close to complete separation.
That’s a good thing.
Family of 4 on one acre? Yikes! Most suburbs’ SF homes are on less than 1/4 acre.
As much as I love a good unappreciated survivor, I’m perfectly content loving this Sentra from afar. If it were a stick it would be a closer race. Problems and all, I’ll take the V8 T-Bird all day
As much as I love a good unappreciated survivor, I’m perfectly content loving this Sentra from afar. If it were a stick it would be a closer race. Problems and all, I’ll take the V8 T-Bird all day
My favorite generation T-Bird vs. my least-favorite generation of Sentra. I’ll tackle that fuel system and luxuriate in that very nice interior.
You had me at “V8”.
While I normally find beauty in reliable things, that Sentra is an absolute penalty box.
I’m with you on the T-bird and I welcome our giraffe overlords from far in the future(ama).
He rules mankind in the year one million and a half. Zager & Evans rule!
My favorite generation T-Bird vs. my least-favorite generation of Sentra. I’ll tackle that fuel system and luxuriate in that very nice interior.
You had me at “V8”.
While I normally find beauty in reliable things, that Sentra is an absolute penalty box.
I’m with you on the T-bird and I welcome our giraffe overlords from far in the future(ama).
He rules mankind in the year one million and a half. Zager & Evans rule!