Let's face it, we've all owned some a fucked up ride at one point or another. Some piece of shit you just couldn't count the damn days fast enough until you could trade that mo fo in and save yourself some serious point and laugh. Mine:
17th birthday. Dad decides he's gonna' do something kick ass for his son. He's going to surprise him with...a new car. He comes in all proud and asks me to walk out to the driveway with him. I know immediately what's going on. I have got my own wheels outside in that driveway. Holy crap, my pops has sprung for a car. I burst through the door to see....
A baby blue Chevy Chevette. (No air)
What....the....fucking....fuck?
I was stunned to say the least, but had to act like it was the greatest thing in the world. My dad was like the father on "A Christmas Story" when the leg lamp arrived. I was like Ralphie when the teacher put a D on my paper and said "You'll shoot your eye out."
Anyway, the car had a problem with the cellanoid (sp?) on the starter. So, about every third time I'd try to crank it...nothing. I carried a big screwdriver under the seat so every time it did that, I popped the hood, jumped out with my trusty screwdriver and touched off a spark on the cellanoid and it cranked right up. By the way, this only happened when I had a date.
Soooo...baby, where you wanna' go? (Turn key...nothing...big smile...I'll be right back baby) Pop hood, grab screwdriver, jump out, fiddle around under hood, engine turns over, jump back in car, throw screwdriver under seat) So baby, like I was sayin'...
I know none of you have driven fucked up rides...right?