Not low rent.
'Touched'
Buffista Movies 4: Straight to Video
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I like the look of this.
Admittedly, this is the coolest thing on the list so far. I just ... I'd never leave it alone.
I've already owned a red used car named Christine that tried to kill me on numerous occasions. One experience I feel no urge to repeat.
I've already owned a red used car named Christine that tried to kill me on numerous occasions. One experience I feel no urge to repeat.
Did you name it Christine before or after it tried to kill you? Because if it was before, you really only have yourself to blame.
Hee, I just sent that link to a friend who was in that movie with the suggestion that he buy the car.
Did you name it Christine before or after it tried to kill you?
After, once the parallels became obvious: very old red used car, many quirks and oddities, radio that would only play one oldies station, and seemingly malicious awareness of when to stage the next mechanical failure to greatest effect (dry-rotted tire that crumbled to tatters while driving on a major thoroughfare, steering column that snapped as I stopped to deposit my paycheck at a bank, flat tire and broken hatchback spring that conspired to give me a mild concussion, etc.).
Hee, I just sent that link to a friend who was in that movie with the suggestion that he buy the car.
If it's who I think it is, that's freakin' hilarious.
In the early 80's I had a 1959 Plymouth Belevedere that looked exactly like Christine. I bought the car with no-lie, 16,000 original miles. The owner had a stroke in 1961 and never recovered, but refused to sell the car. So her neighbor lovingly cared for the car until her death. Which, if they'd told me BEFORE they cashed my check, I'd have insisted the family give the car to the neighbor.
As it was, I learned the primacy of parking in San Diego. (No lot? No business from me.) I enjoyed the tube radio that had to warm up before engaging. The push button transmission. The joy of opening the hood and finding about 4 things in there...plus, you could actually see the ground when you looked around the engine. The kick-ASS speed. The trunk that slept 20. Lord, I loved that car.
I also started a local club...the YCOCs. Young Chicks in Old Cars.
I sold it to a museum when I moved east. I miss it still.
The only down side? Asshats who'd scream CHRISTINE! and swerve around me dangerously. Jeez, genius...it's a car. Grow UP.
eta: can't. make. fingers. work. properly.
Didn't see Sleepy Hollow
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