So, I'm sitting here at my keyboard when I should be about my latest project. The replacement of a halfshaft on my '90 Buick (or Puick as I call it) I seem hopelessly drawn to old crappy cars. Maybe its the same urge my little sister has to bring home all the homeless animals in the world.
I also have a '94 Geo Prizm that at one time was a very clean outfit until my boys, on a trip home from soccer practice decided to see what would happen if they backed into the barrow pits at 60 MPH. He was actually trying to avoid a raccoon that was comparable to the size of the Prizm they were driving.
The thing is, while the body is falling apart, it just keeps on going like the Energizer Bunny. They took off both mirrors in that accident, as well as caving in the driver's side door, and efficiently removing the bumper faring. They ended up between two trees, either one they could have hit, which was fortunate, and there is no physical reason why they didn't roll it.
My son affectionately calls it "Cleaddus" He is currently delivering pizzas with it
Then there was the time I bought an old Mitsubishi Montero. I paid $400 for it. It was the one outfit I bought that never made it home from the dealership. About ten miles from home out on the freeway it just stopped. After much time, effort, and money, discovering that the timing belt imploded, jamming melted plastic and other debris into the machine works, it never ran again.
It looks like I'll have make this the first installment of a series.
I'd love to stay and chat but I really gotta go to the can!
later dudes
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