Anna Subie was another junkyard rescue. I mean, a rust-free Brat–complete with topper–in the crush-pile? I couldn’t in good conscience leave it there. So I didn’t. She was eventually made to run, badly, and a large parts store was accumulated. All of it went with her when I sold her to another Subaru enthusiast after holding on to her (stubbornly insisting that no, I’d get around to fixing her soon) for five years or so.