Last October, I traded a 63 Bel Air for this:
Looks pretty good, huh?
It's tricking you. It's a hateful bastard. It tried to kill me. Twice. Not on the pre-swap test drive. Oh no, it waited until I was alone and tooling along minding my own business. Then it started shaking and tried to run into a telephone pole. I heard it laughing, but at the time I wrote it of to the "nearly dead shakes". I wiped the poo off the seat and drove it home. A few days later I drove it up to the clerk's office to register it and get my plates. It started shaking and ran me towards a ditch. It shook so hard the pos battery cable came loose. I definitely heard it laughing then, but nobody believes me.
Being gullible, I just assumed trying to murder me was a cry for help. I swapped the wheels, hoping to make it feel pretty so it would feel better about itself. I also promised it I would take off all of the stuff that was making it too tall and rusty, causing it to feel old and angry.
I bought some CL 18 inch JK wheels, and took off the dry rotted and bumpy mud tires. I took it out for a spin and it behaved very well and had me fooled until it tried to kill me again.
I then promised it I would buy it lots of shiny new things to bring it back to life so it could run free with the wind in it's interior again, like when it was young and happy.
So we towed it to my friends shop and began our plastic surgery to remove all of rusty and dry rotted old suspension pieces. I petted it and told it everything would be okay. It sighed and smiled and promptly started dropping pieces of itself on me and chewing up my hands.
Jackass.
More tomorrow. I'm having trouble typing because the blood dripping from my knuckles is clogging the keyboard, and this knot onmy hed is making me a lillte butt woozshy
Looks pretty good, huh?
It's tricking you. It's a hateful bastard. It tried to kill me. Twice. Not on the pre-swap test drive. Oh no, it waited until I was alone and tooling along minding my own business. Then it started shaking and tried to run into a telephone pole. I heard it laughing, but at the time I wrote it of to the "nearly dead shakes". I wiped the poo off the seat and drove it home. A few days later I drove it up to the clerk's office to register it and get my plates. It started shaking and ran me towards a ditch. It shook so hard the pos battery cable came loose. I definitely heard it laughing then, but nobody believes me.
Being gullible, I just assumed trying to murder me was a cry for help. I swapped the wheels, hoping to make it feel pretty so it would feel better about itself. I also promised it I would take off all of the stuff that was making it too tall and rusty, causing it to feel old and angry.
I bought some CL 18 inch JK wheels, and took off the dry rotted and bumpy mud tires. I took it out for a spin and it behaved very well and had me fooled until it tried to kill me again.
I then promised it I would buy it lots of shiny new things to bring it back to life so it could run free with the wind in it's interior again, like when it was young and happy.
So we towed it to my friends shop and began our plastic surgery to remove all of rusty and dry rotted old suspension pieces. I petted it and told it everything would be okay. It sighed and smiled and promptly started dropping pieces of itself on me and chewing up my hands.
Jackass.
More tomorrow. I'm having trouble typing because the blood dripping from my knuckles is clogging the keyboard, and this knot onmy hed is making me a lillte butt woozshy
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