#toyota cressida wagon

[rootbeercarguy]

From a club 97 meet

[hirocimacruiser]

Blown 1UZ-FE powered MX36 Toyota Cressida wagon

[japanesecarssince1947]

1977 Toyota Mark II Cressida Station Wagon

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www.tumblr.com/germancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/frenchcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/englishcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/italiancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/japanesecarssince1947 & www.tumblr.com/uscarssince1935

[radracer]

Toyota Cressida wagon.

Np! 👍

[jdm1989]

1986 Toyota Cressida Luxury Wagon

[ronmon]

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Toyota Cressida DeLuxe Wagon, 1980. The woodie US version of the mid-size car that was marketed in Japan as the Mark II

[automoviles8090]

Toyota Cressida Wagon 1982

[toyotatumblin]

[ Off The Wagon ]

[crownedstoat]

When you absolutely have to get the kids to school on time..................

[running-in-the-eighties]

[wheelswap]

Picture this, you getting pulled over, what’s your first reaction?! And gooo! @masaru2236 @god_save_the_gx #WheelSwap "Quality Has No Fear of Time" #toyota #cressida #wagon #gx70 #gx71 #cresta #ae86 #popo #thepopo (at Popo)

[amandaleemcd]

May 13, 2005 (The Sun is Up)

I’m 16. On my 15 minute break.

I’m perched on a waxed concrete ledge outside Maritz, legs crossed.

My hair - a chin-length choppy shag-mullet (I cut myself). Eyeliner THICK. There’s an 80% chance I’m wearing neon blue Nars eyeshadow. Worn out Chucks. My ankles blistered.

Some guy (I think his name is) Brian: “You know that guy who always comes to bum cigarettes off you?”

I take a drag of my Camel 99 and side-mouth blow the smoke up into the air. (Respect - the guy doesn’t smoke.) My right arm under my breasts, my left elbow on my right wrist - forming an L. Saucily keeping my cigarette in the air.

Clair (she’s my World) and I ditched school the day before. Drove around in my 83 Toyota Cressida Wagon. Found something self-destructive to do at The Shack on Maury St. I managed to leave just as the sun was starting to come up. I was still really fucked up so, I left my car.

I walked home.

She didn’t. I’m pissed.

I’m wearing dangly Globe earrings. Charlie (he’s 14) gave them to me. They’re made of tin and open up like a little Altoids container. They’re full of Vicodins. Charlie was insistent I take the Globes as a gift before I left.

I take another drag.

Me: “Who?”

Brian?: “Amanda. You talk to him every time you’re here. The asian guy. . .”

Me: ?

Brian: “Tight Jeans. Nike SBs. Band T-Shirt. Always has on that black combat hat.”

I stare blankly.

Brian: “Seriously, Amanda?! You’re always talking to him! He pretends he has no cigarettes just so he has an excuse to talk to you. How do you not know who I’m talking about?! He really likes you. Come on.”

I flip through the Rolodex in my brain.

Me: “Oh! The one who smokes Newports? His brother has the blue Honda CRV everyone hot boxes in the back of the parking lot?”

Brian: “Yes! Thra! That’s him. Come on. They’re going to a B-boy party after Westwood (it’s a trade College). He had to go back to class before he could ask you. Just go out with him tonight.”

Me: “Fine. Sure.”

Later:

I’m in the cargo area of The CRV. The seats are taken in the front.

He’s in the cargo area with me.

We’re on top of a good inch-thick layer of discarded Vice Magazines, OC Weeklys, LA Weeklys, show flyers, crushed cigarette packs and cans of RedBull. We’re gonna stop by Sam Ash Music in Cerritos before the B-boys’ house.

My body feels like shit. My throat feels like it might close in on me. I’m exhausted.

Flooded with anxiety.

I’ve been living off strictly Jamba Juice and Vicodin for no less than four days. I lean back, between his legs, my back against his chest - like a chair. He wraps his arms around me. Interlocks his hands with mine and rests our hands on his knees.

I relax and settle into his arms. He nuzzles his chin on my neck, just below my right ear. His breath is warm.

We make it to Sam Ash. We get out of The CRV. He walks ahead with the other dudes.

I pause at the open hatch of the CRV. Flip open my tiny cell phone. There’s nothing from Clair. She hasn’t tried to call me and hasn’t answered my calls. I went back to Maury to get her and my car this afternoon. Checked her house. The coffee shops. She was nowhere to be found.

Charlie said she was mad at me. He doesn’t know why.

His brother pauses to close the hatch of The CRV.

Gabe (- the brother who’s name I figure out later): “So, what do you think about Thra?”

I look up at him, confused.

Gabe: “Thra”

I’m still blank.

Gabe: “Seriously, you’re on a date with my brother and don’t even know his name?! You guys have been talking for months. Thra. It’s short for Sovatra. At least learn his name!”

He’s annoyed and walks off.

I trail slowly behind.

Thra has stopped in the parking lot. He’s looking back at me. And waits for me to catch up.

I smile at him. He’s sweet.

He holds my hand and we walk together.

[japanesecarssince1947]

1981 Toyota Cressida Station Wagon

My tumblr-blogs:

www.tumblr.com/germancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/frenchcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/englishcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/italiancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/japanesecarssince1947 & www.tumblr.com/uscarssince1935

[radracer]

Toyota Cressida Wagon mx71

@erics808

[rcdriftrevolution]

MX36