My 1996 Subaru Vivio Bistro: A Tiny Japanese Kei Car Takes on American Roads

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Owning a Japanese kei car in the United States is an adventure most drivers never experience. When skyrocketing used-car prices led me to import a 1996 Subaru Vivio Bistro from Japan in 2021, I expected a quirky, economical runabout. What I got was a charming little car that excelled around town, turned heads everywhere it went, and constantly reminded me that it had been designed for a very different world. With that, I introduce you to “Kenichi Smith”: The tiny Subaru unprepared for American roads.

First, a bit of background. By 2021, I had begun work as an attorney for a small firm, and with this work came money and improvements in my life. Meanwhile, the world was going through its post-pandemic shock and its shortages. For the first two years of the pandemic, the only shortages that really affected me were those for primers and aluminum cans. I had cars, and I did not need another one. However, L, my partner, did.

L had returned to New Mexico and my life in mid-2020. She learned to drive in October 2021, and her brother in California had shipped her his VW eGolf for her to use. It was a great little car that did not fit her life at all. L lived in an apartment in Santa Fe, where she was not allowed to charge her car. The eGolf had double-digit range, which dropped considerably when pushed to highway speeds or went anywhere near a hill. This was unfortunate for L, as her children lived in Pecos, which is several miles up I-25 from Santa Fe, through some very serious hills.

By May 2022, it was clear L would need a gas-powered car, but there was not a good option on the market. Cars I would not make my worst enemy drive were commanding thousands of dollars. Toyota of Santa Fe was looking to get $10,000 for a 2007 Matrix with a quarter-million miles on it. They must have gotten it, because I did not have a chance to inquire about it. A creative solution was needed.

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Pictured: Thinking outside the box

I had toyed around with the idea of importing cars before. Japan has an entire customer-facing industry for exporting cars, and it is easy to browse and window-shop. Window-shopping turned into real shopping, and I decided on a particular Subaru Vivio Bistro, a retro-styled kei car. It had a 660cc inline four hooked to a CVT, driving only the front wheels. I would have preferred a stick, but the car was more for L than for me, and the chances of L learning to drive stick were quite low.

So, I made arrangements through the Import Guys, and then came the interminable wait. Due to the outbreak of war in Eastern Europe, there were few available ships in the area, and the Subaru sat waiting for months for a ship. Finally, in about August 2022, it was loaded onto the Hoegh Shanghai, a roll-on roll-off transport and shipped off to Freeport, Texas. From there, it would go to Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I had once gone to college and where my brother now lived.

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To say I was excited for the delivery of the Bistro is an understatement. The Bistro was set to arrive the morning of October 1, 2025, and so L and I intended to leave that morning and pick up the car from my brother that afternoon. Instead, L and I left before the sun rose, and I was in Las Cruces before the Bistro. While the plan had been for my brother to take delivery and do a service at his place of employment, I ended up taking delivery and driving it up to the service bay. I had managed to surprise my brother’s colleagues with something they had never seen before, and it drew quite a crowd as my brother inspected it and changed the fluids. After he finished his job, it was finally mine.

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Despite having barely room for two, the Z3 was bigger than the Subaru

My initial driving impressions were mixed. The CVT had a sport mode, but I defy anyone reading this to explain why. It was glacially slow. While it had a nominal top speed of 88 mph, it took its sweet time getting there, and it would not get there at all on a hill. The steering was precise, but it was numb and overly light. For somebody raised on BMWs, these were serious let-downs.

However, the Bistro had a lot more positives than negatives. The most obvious benefit was fuel costs. I bought the Bistro at a time when gas prices were quite terrible. Despite this, my first full tank in the Bistro was just over $20. Its gas tank held a little over 7 gallons, and it would go over 200 miles on that tank no matter how I drove it. It had excellent visibility, and I knew where all four corners of the car were at any time—a very important thing when your steering wheel is on the wrong side of the car. It was easy to park, easy to drive in dense traffic, and despite its diminutive size, its cargo capacity was incredible–provided the rear seat was folded down.

Driving it in Las Cruces for the first time highlighted more of its virtues than its faults. However, leaving Las Cruces highlighted how little the Bistro was prepared for American roads. The drive home was uneventful but terrifying all the same. I had my foot pinned to the floor the entire drive home, managing to do about 65 MPH. To pass the time, I played a game I call “Who is paying attention?”, where I looked at other cars as they passed me to see who was gawking.

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No middle seat. Room enough for four passengers and a small amount of cargo

After this trip, I named it “Kenichi Smith,” after a joke I saw on the internet. It seemed fitting; the Subaru was entirely unprepared for America while dressing up as something it was not.

The Bistro served us well for about a year, although it was clearly out of its comfort zone during that time. It was a true four-seater, and we could only carry four people at any time. While this was fine when it was just us and L’s children, if we had a child of our own, it would be inadequate to carry the whole family. It was also grossly inadequate for highway use in New Mexico, as it could not sustain speeds of 75 MPH if it came within spitting distance of a hill. In fact, even the 55 MPH roads of Rio Arriba County and Taos County were a bit much for it due to the topography, and if we needed to go anywhere further than Santa Fe, we took something else.

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Finally, my lovely wife would not stop crashing the poor thing. In one year, my wife had three accidents in it. The first one (by far the worst) was her fault, too. It left the Bistro’s face twisted out of shape. The second was minor. She was rear-ended at a stoplight. This left the hatch a little loose, but we did not care by that point. We felt it could not get any worse than it already was. The universe decided to prove us wrong, and my wife got into an accident during a snowstorm in January 2024. The other driver blamed her, and she blamed him, but the only thing that mattered to me was that, because the accident occurred on tribal land, the police did not get involved and our insurance cost did not increase again.

After this accident, I declared the Bistro finished. My brother came and collected it, carrying it back to a plot of land he had purchased. He still has it, and it still works. Meanwhile, we bought a much more boring family car that stayed with us for less time, and which died a far harder death.

 

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