I can totally can afford this car working at Wendy's
Anyways, reality comes along and does its little thing and destroys your childlike dreams. Almost all have to settle for a used car. Some are lucky and drive off a dealer's lot. But most, get whatever is sold on the street.
EVEN THEN! I'd say most are lucky and get something good, reputable and for more than $1,000. Such as a Honda Accord, a Toyota, even a Chevy Cavalier, something that was taken care of by its previous owner. Something loved.
I was not so lucky.
My first car...... was an 1987 Dodge Lancer. Let me start off with that MY CAR COST $400. And I went 50/50 with my parents! And I still think I got ripped off!
A car that only existed to make other cars look good.
Follow me on this.
My car had a terminal case of the 80's. When I got it, it had about three or four shades of brown. The original color, faded, rust and dirt. The interior was dried blood red. That wouldn't be so bad if the interior was in good shape. But, the interior looked like Big Bird had exploded in there. The seats were ripped apart and the yellow foam was everywhere! Let that sink in. Also, there was a slight funk to that car that to this day, I can't figure out what it was or where it came from.
When the car was bought, the radio didn't work. So I went to the junkyard to buy another one. The "new" radio took forever to turn on, but I had my jams. That wasn't so bad except that my horn had a mind of its own. Driving down Thunderbird? HONK! Making a right hand turn on 67th Ave? HU-HOOOONK! Trying to get your friend's attention? Nothing!
One thing though, the A/C worked AWESOME! It was SOOOO awesome that I couldn't turn it off. EVER. And, it was set to high on max cold. Winters sucked.
Whatever, my car is utilitarian. I can still fit 5 people. That would be nice if the doors worked like they were supposed to. My driver's door didn't open from the outside. That was annoying. Not a problem, I can get around that. I'll just go to the rear driver's door. Oh no, wait, it doesn't open AT ALL. Let's hop to the other side. Passenger rear? Didn't open from the inside. Front passenger, window's broken.... yay! RAIN! So let's say that I never had more than one passenger. And the trunk? Useless, it was filled with spare and old parts.
So the car was ugly, but mama says that beauty is only skin deep.
Even if that were true, this car still sucked. Literally. This car had so many vacuum leaks that you could hear them over the engine. Which, by the way, was a feat on its own. Because of the vacuum leaks, the engine revved incredibly high. Mix that with a magical hole in the muffler, and whole car sounded like some sort of pissed off racecar. Which was funny because as soon as you stepped on the gas, there was a possibility that the car would stall out.
Moving on.
Or at least I tried to. It wasn't like I could ever get anywhere fast. This car, could go 0-40mph in about a half mile. Which I had to guess because the spedometer didn't work. Along with the fuel guage. Not going anywhere fast was a good thing because the brakes were pretty...well, they sucked too. I COULD STOP FASTER BY DOWNSHIFTING.
And it's not like I didn't try to fix the thing. I spent about $500 dollars trying to fix the power steering. Which by the way didn't work. And I said tried fixing it, because I changed every, single, freaking, part, and for some reason, it didn't work. Have you ever tried parking without power steering? Let's just say that the gym lost all necessity for me while I owned this car.
With all this, I only took this car on the freeway, once. I made it all the way up to traffic speed(the spedometer didn't work), and it felt like every panel, every bolt was trying to mutiny against this abomination that still somehow managed to move on its own power.
I tried to fix this car, I really did. In the end, I spent over 1,200 dollars trying to make it "cool", or to you lawyers, "safe".
What made me give up? Why am I driving a truck now instead of this little diamond in the rough?
A gas line decided to start leaking all over my exhaust.
Waldo; cooked medium rare.
No, not really, but that's when I decided that I needed something that wasn't actively trying to kill me.
What's the whole point to this?
Even though this car was menace to all things living and some that weren't. I loved this car. The two years that I drove it, I enjoyed every minute of it...except for the freeway.
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