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Thought I'd drop a hello in here. I've also already posted in the Wanted section.
I found your site while trying to find a Festiva to purchase in the Arkansas area.
I fell in love with a Festiva in 1995. They say your first love is always the best but I hope to find another Festiva so I can test that theory. I bought a 1988 Festiva for $2400. I thought that a little pricy at the time but took it home anyway because that was what I wanted (I was after a car with good gas mileage and I got so much more). I promptly named the car Marvin (my friends thought I was nuts) and off I went. I learned to drive manual transmission in that car and decided I really liked manual (much handier on the icy winter roads of Washington state where I was living at the time). I had that car 5 years and at 190,000 miles his clutch was tired and the engine weak so I replaced the clutch and had the engine rebuilt. Clutch was great but the engine was never as strong as it had been. I probably should have just replaced it. But I ended up buying a Cavalier and giving Marvin to a friend (still ran good, but not for the long road trips I was taking). And I have regretted that decision ever since. I still hear from Marvin's new family on occasion and he is still doing well, but I miss him. I want a Marvin II.
I've always had people tease me about being so attached to my "little blue death can" or "pregnant roller skate" but when I was able to find parking spaces they'd never even have a prayer of fitting their cars into I'd smile gently while they stared wide eyed. I miss the gas mileage on my Marvin and I really miss that little bitty gas tank that I could run all week on.
And I miss the stunned looks I'd get from people when I'd do things like load a washing machine or something else large into the back of Marvin (Marvin was convinced he was an SUV and *I* certainly didn't try to dissuade him.)
Never had a car handle so well on old rutted up logging roads and did you know you can fit 12 banana boxes in the back of a Festiva with room to spare? Granted, not much room, but some. 
There was even one night on our way home from Missoula MT that Marvin had a delusional episode and decided he was an 18-wheeler and needed to go into the scale to be weighed. (My best friend was at the wheel. Fun story I will tell elsewhere sometime. )
Well, now that I've rambled on about my previous Festiva you understand why I want another.
Oh, and my name is Kitty. Nice to meet you all.
Kitty
I found your site while trying to find a Festiva to purchase in the Arkansas area.
I fell in love with a Festiva in 1995. They say your first love is always the best but I hope to find another Festiva so I can test that theory. I bought a 1988 Festiva for $2400. I thought that a little pricy at the time but took it home anyway because that was what I wanted (I was after a car with good gas mileage and I got so much more). I promptly named the car Marvin (my friends thought I was nuts) and off I went. I learned to drive manual transmission in that car and decided I really liked manual (much handier on the icy winter roads of Washington state where I was living at the time). I had that car 5 years and at 190,000 miles his clutch was tired and the engine weak so I replaced the clutch and had the engine rebuilt. Clutch was great but the engine was never as strong as it had been. I probably should have just replaced it. But I ended up buying a Cavalier and giving Marvin to a friend (still ran good, but not for the long road trips I was taking). And I have regretted that decision ever since. I still hear from Marvin's new family on occasion and he is still doing well, but I miss him. I want a Marvin II.
I've always had people tease me about being so attached to my "little blue death can" or "pregnant roller skate" but when I was able to find parking spaces they'd never even have a prayer of fitting their cars into I'd smile gently while they stared wide eyed. I miss the gas mileage on my Marvin and I really miss that little bitty gas tank that I could run all week on.
And I miss the stunned looks I'd get from people when I'd do things like load a washing machine or something else large into the back of Marvin (Marvin was convinced he was an SUV and *I* certainly didn't try to dissuade him.)
Never had a car handle so well on old rutted up logging roads and did you know you can fit 12 banana boxes in the back of a Festiva with room to spare? Granted, not much room, but some. There was even one night on our way home from Missoula MT that Marvin had a delusional episode and decided he was an 18-wheeler and needed to go into the scale to be weighed. (My best friend was at the wheel. Fun story I will tell elsewhere sometime. )Well, now that I've rambled on about my previous Festiva you understand why I want another.
Oh, and my name is Kitty. Nice to meet you all.
Kitty
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