The Honda Civic turned 40 this year. AYFKM? 40? Porsche 911, Ford Mustang (Ed.: close enough – we’ll connect it in a minute) and/or Lamborghini minus 10? This is amazing for one model.
Entire car companies/makes have come and gone (Saturn, Geo, Merkur, DeLorean, Vector (Ed.: close enough – we’ll connect it in a minute)) while the Honda Civic keeps plugging away. It’s both a testament to longevity, a cultural touchstone of the times in which it was designed and a tribute to the pathogenic resistance model of car manufacturing. The thing won’t die, regardless of what Honda does to it. At various times Honda ignored, starved, mutilated it. Almost as often, Honda acted like it really loved the car and wanted it to be the best small car out there. It is almost like the Star Trek movies: every other one sucks, but the franchise refuses to die (see Vector), no matter how bad the off years.
Here is the breakdown:
- First generation (1973–1979) – This is the successor to the 600 pictured at the top. I was such a fan. Having discovered cars the way teen boys do, but having lived through the 1973 oil embargo and the followup gas shortages of ’78, I was torn. Puberty demanded that I lust after anything with a wide track and a crazy rear spoiler the Porsche 930 Turbo with its sub 5 second 0-60 and homicidal handling quirks, but my inner hippie leaned towards the 54/41 mpg EPA ratings of the CVCC Civic. Win.
- Second generation (1980–1983) – Yes, the ’80 Civic was Motor Trend’s Import Car of the Year. Yes, it could beat a 1980 Mustang “Cobra” (Ed.: we said we’d connect it) with an impotent 255 cid V8 0-60. Otherwise, meh. A crazy new design it was not. Just a soulless evolution of the previous theme, much like the Datsun 210 of the same era.
- Third generation (1984–1987) – back to a box office win. This was the LSD spaceship Civic. It was so wacky I remember where I was the first time I saw one. Mom had the wagon version, which was cranked to 11 on the wackiness scale.
- Fourth generation (1988–1991) – Once again, a cheesy ripoff. Rough edges smoothed, but still, another Rocky II/Austin Powers Spy Who Shagged Me rehash.
- Fifth generation (1992–1995), Sixth generation (1996–2000), Seventh generation (2001–2005). These can all die. The theme was new, but it was cribbed from Toyota Corolla and Nissan Sentra: “Generic, inoffensive Japanese sedan.” VTEC was cool, but the Civic stopped trying to be small and light. Sort of like America.
- Eighth generation (2006–2011). Whoah. Honda stylists discovered medical marijuana (the the PTSD and guilt from making versions 5-7). It lacks the batshit craziness and sea change of the ’84, but just look at this dash. Not concentric speedometer and tach-crazy like the first Prelude, but still conjuring the Civic as spaceship vibe that made their best efforts so memorable. Win(-ish).
- Ninth generation (2011– ) OK, here we go again. Honda has a standout car, so what does it do? Rehash. Tweak. Sand the edges.
If Honda wants to play with the big boys, it needs to push the envelope. Stop trying to be like the others. Be the outlier. Be 1984 Civic. Be 2013 Fusion, following a great car with an even better car that doesn’t get lost parked next to its predecessor. Do that, and maybe I will tell mom to leave Camry and buy another one.
are doomed to repeat it.
Exhibit 1: the 1980-83 Honda Civic.
Yawn. This car had exactly one claim to fame…
Continue reading “Those who forget history…”
Where I saw one: down on the street, instead of On the intertubes
Nostalgia factor: 3/10 – Ahh, memories – mostly not mine.
Baseline: 0, since I never personally owned one. +1 because mom had one, +1 because that one was a crazy moonwagon instead of an ordinary hatchback, -1 because it didn’t have a radio – stupid Honda made you choose from dealer installed extra cost radios and mom simply wouldn’t fork over an extra dime, +1 because I
stole borrowed it to visit Madonna while mom was away, +1 because it led to a Wixom sexathon, +1 because for 20 years, including my entire marriage, banging her was the best sex ever. Continue reading “ACID FLASHBACK THURSDAY: Moon Unit Revisited”
Once upon a time, there were Honda Civics…
there was a time when Honda was on fire, and could do (almost) no wrong. The gen 1 Civic was like a little cherry bomb lobbed into a Weight-Watcher’s convention… And this gen2 Civic was huge step forward; now instead of wearing a Civic like a badge of honor, one could now actually step into it and think of it as a legitimate car.
La la la. The ennui is strong in these. “Who gives a f***” is not too strong. But, its fall of 1983. Disco is dead, new wave is almost a thing. I’m leaving Jody #2’s place… At the bottom of the steps to her place is one of these things, fresh off the boat…
What the…? Did France take over Honda design? It’s low and wide like a sports car. It may or may not be a hatchback – there’s just a big back window. To my 1983 eyes, it is in no way a 40mpg commuter box – it is some sort of alienware.
The nose is completely ass backwards. Where is the grill? How does this fish even breathe? To put it in contemporary terms, it’s like Lady Gaga showed up at a Toby Keith concert. What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-?
The moral of the story: I should have fucked the girl while I had the chance, of course. That’s always the moral.