Who's got the best clunker story?
Discussion
OK, I'll get in on the fun of the recent "Who's got the..." threads. I've read about so many of your wonderful cars, I'm wondering about some of the hoopties you've owned or experienced along the way. I'll get you started.
When I was poor and in the military, my friend bought an ooooold rust colored BMW. This car sucked in every way imaginable. It had no outside door handles, you had to push your hand through the triangular window at front and reach inside to open the door! And my friend, Ed, was always wrenching on it to keep it running. Oh, and the gas pump leaked into the trunk, rendering passengers in the backseat nearly unconscious (as I learned on a trip to San Fran.)
Anyways, one day we're driving up a hill in California, when there was a loud pop, and the car lost all power. The accelerator cable had snapped. Undaunted, Ed quickly rigged up a filament of fishing wire directly to the engine, and routed it through the window. So for the next month, whenever we drive he gasses the car by hand, his arm hanging out the window gripping this fishing wire.
So we pull up to a stop light a couple weeks later, and this totally hot girl pulls up next to us in a brand new Beemer. I'm trying to hide, and Ed says, "I think she wants to race." He starts revving the car up (again, by hand gripping fishing wire dangling from under the hood/bonnet.) She's laughing, the light turns green. She takes off like a shot, Ed tries to get a jump off the line, but the fishing wire snaps and we stall at the light. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Let's hear 'em boys.
Mad Mike
>>> Edited by madmike on Monday 24th June 18:31
When I was poor and in the military, my friend bought an ooooold rust colored BMW. This car sucked in every way imaginable. It had no outside door handles, you had to push your hand through the triangular window at front and reach inside to open the door! And my friend, Ed, was always wrenching on it to keep it running. Oh, and the gas pump leaked into the trunk, rendering passengers in the backseat nearly unconscious (as I learned on a trip to San Fran.)
Anyways, one day we're driving up a hill in California, when there was a loud pop, and the car lost all power. The accelerator cable had snapped. Undaunted, Ed quickly rigged up a filament of fishing wire directly to the engine, and routed it through the window. So for the next month, whenever we drive he gasses the car by hand, his arm hanging out the window gripping this fishing wire.
So we pull up to a stop light a couple weeks later, and this totally hot girl pulls up next to us in a brand new Beemer. I'm trying to hide, and Ed says, "I think she wants to race." He starts revving the car up (again, by hand gripping fishing wire dangling from under the hood/bonnet.) She's laughing, the light turns green. She takes off like a shot, Ed tries to get a jump off the line, but the fishing wire snaps and we stall at the light. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Let's hear 'em boys.
Mad Mike
>>> Edited by madmike on Monday 24th June 18:31
Gassing Station | General Gassing [Archive] | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff