There was a 70's wagon, the Brady Bunch size, a friend bought for $80. Guy who sold it to him felt bad doing so. First time we'd ever had a disposable car, man did we have fun in that. We literally could break down in this car and walk away from it. Very liberating feeling.
Used to pretend we were drunk/idiots/whatever. Tied an electric blanket heater around the hitch one night and drove it around with it kicking up sparks until it eventually abraded away.
Transmission started slipping, so we had to drive it slow, and it took time to climb a hill. Sometimes we'd be on a dirt road and it wouldn't climb, so we'd have to find a way to back down and go another way.
One night we had to drive up to LAX to pick up his dad's friend. We were waiting for that guy, kept getting kicked out of curbside waiting zone, so we'd have to make another loop, barely doing 25 up a ramp, driving back around the loop again. Where is this guy!? Finally about 45-60 minutes later he shows just as we're getting kicked out of curbside waiting again so we load up his suitcases, he's talking a mile a minute while we're [censored] off about having to do the loops, then we climb the ramp again and the transmission is slipping real good. He suddenly realizes this, starts to slow his talk, then says "Hey, I think your car's gonna' break down!" We just mutter "It'll make it." Rest of the ride was pretty quiet.
He sold it a month later, for $130. A $50 profit!
Everything else on the car was in pretty good shape.
Used to pretend we were drunk/idiots/whatever. Tied an electric blanket heater around the hitch one night and drove it around with it kicking up sparks until it eventually abraded away.
Transmission started slipping, so we had to drive it slow, and it took time to climb a hill. Sometimes we'd be on a dirt road and it wouldn't climb, so we'd have to find a way to back down and go another way.
One night we had to drive up to LAX to pick up his dad's friend. We were waiting for that guy, kept getting kicked out of curbside waiting zone, so we'd have to make another loop, barely doing 25 up a ramp, driving back around the loop again. Where is this guy!? Finally about 45-60 minutes later he shows just as we're getting kicked out of curbside waiting again so we load up his suitcases, he's talking a mile a minute while we're [censored] off about having to do the loops, then we climb the ramp again and the transmission is slipping real good. He suddenly realizes this, starts to slow his talk, then says "Hey, I think your car's gonna' break down!" We just mutter "It'll make it." Rest of the ride was pretty quiet.
He sold it a month later, for $130. A $50 profit!
Everything else on the car was in pretty good shape.
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