Elektrishun
Ultra Member
Obviously a number of us, myself included, are trying to hang onto our good ol' vehicles that we can maintain ourselves.
But I am certain that there have been a few cars from all our pasts that we wouldn't necessarily want to go back to.
This little number was a hand-me-down from my mom when I was 17. Friends from school nicknamed it "Strawberry Shortcake". Jealous b******s.
Not an image of my car but pretty much exactly what it looked like - 1979 Chevrolet Chevette:
No power, no prob....actually it sucked.
I remember "racing" my friend back to my house. He was driving an equally old Ford Pinto. It was late at night driving through a small industrial area. He was in front by a little. As he was approaching a right turn I seen a dirt trail that cut the corner. Tried to get ahead by taking that dirt trail and ended up going over a set of fully exposed railway tracks. My friend said it was hilarious watching that Chevette bounce over the tracks. Inside the vehicle it felt like I was destroying the car. Made it home in second place. The next day my dad took it somewhere. Upon his return he asked what the hell happened to the car. I pleaded ignorance but remember paying for at least a couple of replacement struts.
My next vehicle was a '69 Pontiac Firebird. It was the coolest...dumbest car I ever bought. Somebody's hack job that resulted in my dad throwing a screwdriver at me because he was losing it over the electrical butcher job. That's how he taught auto mechanics. Come to think of it, one of my high school shop teachers who shared my dad's temperament, was rumored to have thrown a wrench at a student. So maybe that's how they all taught auto mechanic's back then?
So the Chevette was a crappy car driven by an idiot kid and the Firebird was a cool car that the idiot kid didn't know how to fix and almost got into a head-on with a screwdriver. Got rid of both vehicles, never took another mechanics lesson from dad again, and went back to a pedal bike for a few more years. Still managed a girlfriend despite no car. She drove a 1998 Honda Prelude with flip-up headlights - so cool. Years later and we're still married. A bunch of other not-worth-mentioning vehicles in between and finally my forever vehicle - 1999 Ford F-150. Unlike modern "trucks" it somehow makes a full sheet of plywood magically disappear when you close the tailgate.
But I am certain that there have been a few cars from all our pasts that we wouldn't necessarily want to go back to.
This little number was a hand-me-down from my mom when I was 17. Friends from school nicknamed it "Strawberry Shortcake". Jealous b******s.
Not an image of my car but pretty much exactly what it looked like - 1979 Chevrolet Chevette:
No power, no prob....actually it sucked.
I remember "racing" my friend back to my house. He was driving an equally old Ford Pinto. It was late at night driving through a small industrial area. He was in front by a little. As he was approaching a right turn I seen a dirt trail that cut the corner. Tried to get ahead by taking that dirt trail and ended up going over a set of fully exposed railway tracks. My friend said it was hilarious watching that Chevette bounce over the tracks. Inside the vehicle it felt like I was destroying the car. Made it home in second place. The next day my dad took it somewhere. Upon his return he asked what the hell happened to the car. I pleaded ignorance but remember paying for at least a couple of replacement struts.
My next vehicle was a '69 Pontiac Firebird. It was the coolest...dumbest car I ever bought. Somebody's hack job that resulted in my dad throwing a screwdriver at me because he was losing it over the electrical butcher job. That's how he taught auto mechanics. Come to think of it, one of my high school shop teachers who shared my dad's temperament, was rumored to have thrown a wrench at a student. So maybe that's how they all taught auto mechanic's back then?
So the Chevette was a crappy car driven by an idiot kid and the Firebird was a cool car that the idiot kid didn't know how to fix and almost got into a head-on with a screwdriver. Got rid of both vehicles, never took another mechanics lesson from dad again, and went back to a pedal bike for a few more years. Still managed a girlfriend despite no car. She drove a 1998 Honda Prelude with flip-up headlights - so cool. Years later and we're still married. A bunch of other not-worth-mentioning vehicles in between and finally my forever vehicle - 1999 Ford F-150. Unlike modern "trucks" it somehow makes a full sheet of plywood magically disappear when you close the tailgate.