A LANCER GSR story.
My LANCER GSR just came out from a complete engine overhaul that morning not because I planned it or anything. It was just necessary. Twenty years down the line my GSR has become a mere tool to get me from point A to point B. Almost forgotten, almost an antique display. And just like any car that came out from a month long repair, it was dirtier than my old beat-up chucks. So I did what I rarely do during those days, which I never have done to my chucks; I took it out to have it cleaned at a decent car wash shop.
The streets of my hometown is filled with these shops and honestly I was feeling a little hesitant; ashamed and somewhat conscious of the fact that a decent carwash would mean newer and nicer cars lined up to be washed. Can’t help get that feeling; driving an old beat-up car. Nonetheless, I drove to the nearest one I can find. And then boom!
A LANCER GSR, unique and fearless.
I was beside myself. In an instant I was suddenly ogling at this gorgeous and mean-looking GSR like watching Adriana Lima’s fearless runway walk at Victoria’s Secret fashion show. I lighted a cigarette and tilted my head slightly, as if it would improve my vantage point, as I try to mentally measure the clearance of this GSR’s front to side diffuser from the cemented floor. Its bumper canards accentuating the front like it’s saying; “Don’t get in my way.”. I let my gaze wonder farther; the racing style side mirrors giving off a sporty feel. And for a moment there I can’t help but notice the extended bumper and the flat mirage trunk that I rarely see nowadays. This was all capped by an aggressive display of its rear wing.
Suddenly, a guy came up to me smiling and pointing at my beat-up GSR, now filmed with a thin layer of soap, and asked if that was mine. Somehow I knew he was the owner of the GSR I was ogling. So I said yes. And that is where it all began.
GSR COUPE PH
He said his name was Christian and that he was a member of a car enthusiasts
group called GSR COUPE PH, which was a local car club for GSR owners. He showed me pictures of there meet-ups and other interesting GSR variants. Without any reservations he invited me to join. He said it would be fun. He asked for pictures so that the then president of the club, Alex, would be able to introduce me to the group, which Alex did.
This is Alex’s GSR. Nowadays it seems normal to connect each person’s name with a GSR more than the actual person’s face.
If this chance meeting never happened, I wouldn’t have met these guys. Christian’s enthusiasm with his GSR rekindled my own. Alex’s warm welcome to the club thought me that my GSR still has a place to call home.
This experience fueled my excitement and burned away the shame. My old beat-up friend will rise again. Better than ever. This is a promise. A contract made between man and machine. Let’s do this!
Lambert, 8:44 am