I ended up finding my Suzuki in the trash, so to speak. I was helping some friends to clean out the apartment of a deceased relative. Said relative had been a hoarder, and there was as much stuff going directly into the dumpster as there was being salvaged to sell. Amid the items to be moved was this Suzuki, which apparently hadn’t been moved in some time. They suggested having it towed directly to the junkyard, but I played with it for a while and got it running. In spite of the dismal condition of the body (and the interior was worse), it only had 79,000 miles on it! The brakes were almost gone, but we got enough gas in it that I was able to limp it out of the parking lot and put it with the other items to be dispatched later.
When the family decided that they didn’t want to deal with the hassle of selling it, they decided to either donate it or offer it to me, if I wanted it. Of course I did! I had always wanted a Sidekick, actually, and was happy to adopt this tattered example. After several thorough cleanings, a new set of front brakes and a tune-up, the Sidekick was christened Tortugita and churned along through a nasty winter, after which she was sold to a Papa John’s delivery driver who no doubt made good use of her before the rust got terminal.