11-10-2011, 06:47 PM
1979 Chevy Impala that I got from my father when it was about 7 years old.
A freaking tank with an awesome 0-30 accelaration.
Used to leave it unlocked with windows open at night and no one touched it. Left it open a few times in Bed Sti in Brooklyn during the day, and it also never got touched, and in that neighborhood, things got touched. It had dents all over it and holes on the hood from when I tried to open the hood after it got smashed up a bit.
I used to move cars a bit when I parallel parked with it, so as to make space for it to fit into an otherwise too small a space. Then I'd need to do the same when I had to leave. They did not mind... I think. As most cars in Brooklyn in those days were big, metal and American, there was usually no damage to any of the participants......
Died when a brand new 1990 Toyota Corrolla made a U-turn into it from a parking space, as I was driving in the left lane.
I hit the steering wheel with my head a bit and had a small headache for a few days. The car had 2 huge dents, one from the initial hit in the middle and the other from when the Corolla bounced off of it and hit it's tail end on the rebound.
I was able to drive off even with those grave wounds to my favorite (and only) steed. I drove it for another month, but as it needed to have water poured into the radiator after every 2 miles or so on a freeway, I had to shoot it. Got $900 from the cretin's insurance company for the value of my car, as it was a total loss.
For those who are keeping score, the driver of the Corolla had to be taken out on a stretcher, and his pathetic mule turned into an accordion.
Good times... good times.....
A freaking tank with an awesome 0-30 accelaration.
Used to leave it unlocked with windows open at night and no one touched it. Left it open a few times in Bed Sti in Brooklyn during the day, and it also never got touched, and in that neighborhood, things got touched. It had dents all over it and holes on the hood from when I tried to open the hood after it got smashed up a bit.
I used to move cars a bit when I parallel parked with it, so as to make space for it to fit into an otherwise too small a space. Then I'd need to do the same when I had to leave. They did not mind... I think. As most cars in Brooklyn in those days were big, metal and American, there was usually no damage to any of the participants......
Died when a brand new 1990 Toyota Corrolla made a U-turn into it from a parking space, as I was driving in the left lane.
I hit the steering wheel with my head a bit and had a small headache for a few days. The car had 2 huge dents, one from the initial hit in the middle and the other from when the Corolla bounced off of it and hit it's tail end on the rebound.
I was able to drive off even with those grave wounds to my favorite (and only) steed. I drove it for another month, but as it needed to have water poured into the radiator after every 2 miles or so on a freeway, I had to shoot it. Got $900 from the cretin's insurance company for the value of my car, as it was a total loss.
For those who are keeping score, the driver of the Corolla had to be taken out on a stretcher, and his pathetic mule turned into an accordion.
Good times... good times.....