#geo metro

[landofanimes]

Magic Knight Rayearth x Air Twokyo

Shirt prints and stickers

[geomonjes]

I recently discovered that the 90s American car company, Geo, are just rebadged JDM cars from Suzuki and Izuzu, and now I cant stop thinking about them.

[toytulini]

u should put my shitty cutouts of my clown cars in your servers as emojis n shit. send them on adventures. the weird lines are to make it crop correctly as an emoji

like/reblog if u use, pls?

[dnltms]

1993 Geo Metro LSi Convertible in magenta

[verilog-official]

my dream car is a Geo Metro

would've totally got one if they weren't so damn rare

it makes so much sense from an economy standpoint

pros:

outstanding fuel economy (especially the XFi trim with the manual transmission, inline 3 1L engine)

dirt cheap parts

(mostly) bulletproof engine (not like a Honda but not far off)

dead simple drivetrain, easy to modify

huge community on ecomodders

nobody would want to steal it

cons:

serious pile of crap (secretly a pro in disguise)

[andrepassos92]

Trazendo nostalgia com essa pintura do Geo Metro inspirado no anime clássico Guerreiras Mágicas de Rayearth!

[seat-safety-switch]

A couple days ago, I was walking home. This isn’t an unusual phenomenon for me: I store a variety of transportation methods inside my car, so that when the car bonks out I don’t have to walk all the way home. However, I got doubly unlucky this time, and the decrepit skateboard I was using lost a wheel. When you’re out for a walk through an endless sprawl of suburban hell, your mind wanders. What’s our place in the universe? Is there life after death? Holy shit, a mint 1996 Geo Metro.

I couldn’t stop myself from walking over. There, in the middle of what were putatively normal peoples’ homes, was a green-and-rust Metro. And it didn’t even look that bad, either. Some quick inspection revealed that the front suspension was, indeed, still attached to the body. And it was a stick-shift, the transmission choice of the gods themselves. It was only then that I noticed the house was for sale. Maybe they’d want to get rid of the car, too. After all, garages were expensive, and the departure of their vehicle would give them a reason to move closer to the inner-city, where I’m told things like “buses” and “taxis” existed.

The next day (believe me, it was hard to wait, but my phone also stopped working due to being a 1998-era Ericsson bag phone with a 24-volt marine battery attached, and I left it in the car rather than carry it home) I called the realtor In Charge Of All This. She sounded confused. She wasn’t selling any Geo Metro, she stammered, presumably signalling to her coworkers to call the police. After a few minutes of explanation, she agreed, grudgingly, to provide my contact information to the folks selling their house.

I never got a call back on that one. Which is just as well, because that afternoon I broke down in an entirely different place (transmission cooler exploded, and not in the cool way) and had to hoof it back. That’s where I found a 1968 Fury III in what I would consider “existent” condition. I was really excited to buy that one, too, until I noticed that I already owned it. At least driving it home saved me some wear and tear on my shoes.

[kply-industries]

The liberty of a convertible geo metro!