My first car was a 1987 16V VW Scirocco. It was bright red and a load of fun.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just spent an hour getting the inside door panel off of Andi's 1990 caprice. WHAT A PAIN.
It was bad enough I had to buy a $5 tool in order to get the crank handle off, but I had to remove over a dozen screws and two rivets to even get to where I *might* be able to replace the handle.
(Separate rant for insane GM engineers: WTF were you thinking making door handles need a special tool to get off? Ford does well enough with a single Phillips screw, why couldn't you?)
Don't get me started on the whole "lets put the seat belt mechanism in the door so that if someone opens it while driving, they'd fall right out onto the ground."
Fuck, Drew.
More accurately, fuck cancer. Hard. With a blow torch.
~ma, Drew. I'm so sorry.
Much ~ma, Drew.
I still haven't owned my first car. In high school, I drove my parents' Camry, but I've never had a car of my own. If I end up getting a job somewhere that I need a car, I plan to get a Mini Cooper.
Oh, fuck, Drew. I'm so glad you were able to get a flight, and may he hang on until you get there. My love to you and yours.
Plei says it well. I am glad you got a quick flight back and I hope things are as easy and painless as possible. Will be thinking of you.
My first car was a Ford EXP.
My second car, and first new car, is my poor, abused, beloved and faithful Escort.
It's eleven years old. I'm hoping to get maybe one or two more years out of it, and look at buying something new(ish... not sure I'll ever buy a brand new car again, as fun as it is).
The only problem is, apparently, my Michigan title never made it into my stuff when I moved out here, so I never transfered the title to CA. Not that I suppose I'd get much for it. I have not taken the best care of my car.
Right now that's my biggest hope for him. If this is it, please let it be quick and as painless as possible.
More accurately, fuck cancer. Hard. With a blow torch.
Amen, brother-- thinking good thoughts for you.