Mitsu :: 2020 Mitsubishi Space Star "RedLine Edition" (Garage entry)

[Mitsu]

Thank you. I found this charts too (in French but just the numbers are valuable and universaly understandable)
https://www.centralepneus.fr/conseil...-et-pneus-auto
(I will remove the link if external/commercial link are forbiden)
I will try to find the factory rims, it's all I need in the end and I will be sure it fit.

[Mitsu]

Hello everyone. I hope you get well. It's been some time since I do not give news about my little Mitsu'. Four years passed since I buyed it. I drive it with the same love from the first day when she come out of the dealerships.
There is no mecanical trouble, consumtion is low. I wash it each occasion I got to do it, even if I am a bit busy these times. I will show some other picture in the future. I like to read what you all write there.

[Eggman]

Hey Mitsu, good to hear from you. Your Mirage looks great. What part of France is that?

[Mitsu]

Hello Eggman! Thank you very much. It's in Lorraine, east of France.
It's sunset time but Mitsu dont wan't to sleep yet.

[Mitsu]

Hi everyone. Yesterday, Mitsu decided to go for a little trip. I joined her! I will post some other pictures soon.

[Mitsu]

Some other pictures I wish to share:

[MetroMPG]

Tres beau!

[7milesout]

Mitsu - Seeing your pictures makes me feel a bit sentimental. My dad, when he was growing up, never got to play in any recreational sports. His mother wouldn't let him. And he also had a cross-eye. He had a rough childhood. He wanted to play sports in high school, but still his mother. He was so torn up about it, when he turned 16 (1958) he quit high school and joined the U.S. Army, telling them he was 18 or whatever age he needed to be to get in. In the army they fixed his crossed-eye, a couple surgical procedures. Lots of drama before and after the crossed-eye.

Anywho - he was stationed in Ingrandes, France when he was in. He always talked LOVINGLY about France. He loved the people, the countryside, where he was stationed, etc. He got to drive all kind of big trucks and half-track kind of vehicles. He said there was this one small French town where, through escort by the French police (there was a name for these guys, Interpol maybe?), he had to drive some big wide truck through town and he said there was this one spot in town where he would miss buildings on either side by mere inches, and the French authorities guiding him through would be waving him through feverishly, like they wanted him to go even faster, and he felt like he was BLAZING through town as it was. He learned some French. And said EVERY SINGLE FREE DAY / WEEKEND he got, he'd spend all his money renting motorcycles and driving all over southern France, up to Paris and over to Normandy. He said, other guys would be trying to save their money and stay on base. But he knew he'd never get to come back to France, so he was willing to spend all his money to SEE it. He loved the motorcycles they had over there at that time, said they rode wonderfully.

He said the French people always treated him with respect every where he went and he loved them for it. Before he passed away, I tried to talk him into a trip for he and I to fly over France, and he and I could go visit his old Army base (which is now an Industrial Business Park), and he and I could tour around all the same places and see that little town he used to dodge buildings in. But, he was sort of a homebody. And so addicted to smoking, he couldn't sit on a plane that long without smoking. I wish we had made it over there.

So thanks for your pictures!

[Mitsu]

Mitsu - Seeing your pictures makes me feel a bit sentimental. My dad, when he was growing up, never got to play in any recreational sports. His mother wouldn't let him. And he also had a cross-eye. He had a rough childhood. He wanted to play sports in high school, but still his mother. He was so torn up about it, when he turned 16 (1958) he quit high school and joined the U.S. Army, telling them he was 18 or whatever age he needed to be to get in. In the army they fixed his crossed-eye, a couple surgical procedures. Lots of drama before and after the crossed-eye.

Anywho - he was stationed in Ingrandes, France when he was in. He always talked LOVINGLY about France. He loved the people, the countryside, where he was stationed, etc. He got to drive all kind of big trucks and half-track kind of vehicles. He said there was this one small French town where, through escort by the French police (there was a name for these guys, Interpol maybe?), he had to drive some big wide truck through town and he said there was this one spot in town where he would miss buildings on either side by mere inches, and the French authorities guiding him through would be waving him through feverishly, like they wanted him to go even faster, and he felt like he was BLAZING through town as it was. He learned some French. And said EVERY SINGLE FREE DAY / WEEKEND he got, he'd spend all his money renting motorcycles and driving all over southern France, up to Paris and over to Normandy. He said, other guys would be trying to save their money and stay on base. But he knew he'd never get to come back to France, so he was willing to spend all his money to SEE it. He loved the motorcycles they had over there at that time, said they rode wonderfully.

He said the French people always treated him with respect every where he went and he loved them for it. Before he passed away, I tried to talk him into a trip for he and I to fly over France, and he and I could go visit his old Army base (which is now an Industrial Business Park), and he and I could tour around all the same places and see that little town he used to dodge buildings in. But, he was sort of a homebody. And so addicted to smoking, he couldn't sit on a plane that long without smoking. I wish we had made it over there.

So thanks for your pictures!

Thank you, this is great memories of your Dad you are sharing with us. I am glad he got so beautiful memories from here. All US's base got locked one after all, but they leave a good sentiment to French people. If you wish to, you can tell me his nick name and I will write it on a paper and take a picture with a typical monument or a landscape. It's not so much but it's a tiny way to be there. Thank you for sharing this story! I am glad to heard it.

[Mitsu]

Do some of you know if it's possible to remove the "bip" sound you heard when the seatbelt is not put-on?
It's not a do not want to drive with the seatbelt, but if I put weight on the seat, it's enough to activate it.
Thank you if you know how to remove it... I searched here but I didn't find it. Maybe I do not use the right words?