On Sep 22, 10:14*am, Frogwatch wrote:
On Sep 22, 6:59*am, wrote:





On Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:11:48 -0700, "nom=de=plume"

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On Mon, 21 Sep 2009 22:36:49 -0700, "nom=de=plume"
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Kids are just like that. I went through a succession of new "go fast"
cars ending with a 69 Corvette. My next car was a new 72 Jeep that I
had 5 years 170k miles and the one after that was a used, free 71
Gremlin that just landed in my front yard. I ended up putting in a
clutch, driving that 2 years, just because it wouldn't break and I
sold it for $500.
I never bought a new car again.

My first car was a 1965 Chevy Impala Wagon. No, it wasn't knew... sheesh.
It
was a really surfer machine, ran great and we could put all our crap in
it.
My father hated it. Thought is was junk, but it only cost me $800.

I was young, working for IBM and making, what I thought, was a lot of
money. I had to have a new car ... or so I thought. I ended up taking
a bath on all of them except the Jeep and that one I just recovered my
investment by driving it longer than the payments lasted.
The Gremlin was a real eye opener. My pecker didn't get smaller, my
bank account got bigger and the girls I liked didn't really care what
I was driving as long as we went somewhere fun. I could afford fun
places.

Fortunately, I've never ridden in a Gremlin. lol

It actually wasn's a bad car but was ugly. It had a 25 gallon tank and
got about 22 MPG so you could go a long way between fill ups. That was
handy back in the "gas lines" days. It was also my first "hatchback"
with a rear seat that folded flat. You can haul a lot of stuff in one
of those. Since then I car shop with a 10' stick of PVC pipe. If it
won't fit I don't buy it.
My Prelude will carry a stick of *PVC pipe with the trunk closed.

My fantasy in cars is techno-simplicity. *I'd like to buy an old
(early 60s) 6 cyl truck and put radial tires and electronic ignition
on it and be happy. *I could fix anything easily and it would not cost
anything except gas. *I wouldnt even get new paint, keep it rusty so
nobody wants to break into it.

Only problem with that is the lack of safety. If you're involved in
an accident, you're toast. No padded dashes, solid steering column,
no door beams, no crumple zones... you get the point.

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On Sep 22, 10:14 am, Frogwatch wrote:
On Sep 22, 6:59 am, wrote:





On Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:11:48 -0700, "nom=de=plume"

wrote:
wrote in message
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On Mon, 21 Sep 2009 22:36:49 -0700, "nom=de=plume"
wrote:

wrote in message
news

Kids are just like that. I went through a succession of new "go
fast"
cars ending with a 69 Corvette. My next car was a new 72 Jeep that
I
had 5 years 170k miles and the one after that was a used, free 71
Gremlin that just landed in my front yard. I ended up putting in a
clutch, driving that 2 years, just because it wouldn't break and I
sold it for $500.
I never bought a new car again.

My first car was a 1965 Chevy Impala Wagon. No, it wasn't knew...
sheesh.
It
was a really surfer machine, ran great and we could put all our crap
in
it.
My father hated it. Thought is was junk, but it only cost me $800.

I was young, working for IBM and making, what I thought, was a lot of
money. I had to have a new car ... or so I thought. I ended up taking
a bath on all of them except the Jeep and that one I just recovered
my
investment by driving it longer than the payments lasted.
The Gremlin was a real eye opener. My pecker didn't get smaller, my
bank account got bigger and the girls I liked didn't really care what
I was driving as long as we went somewhere fun. I could afford fun
places.

Fortunately, I've never ridden in a Gremlin. lol

It actually wasn's a bad car but was ugly. It had a 25 gallon tank and
got about 22 MPG so you could go a long way between fill ups. That was
handy back in the "gas lines" days. It was also my first "hatchback"
with a rear seat that folded flat. You can haul a lot of stuff in one
of those. Since then I car shop with a 10' stick of PVC pipe. If it
won't fit I don't buy it.
My Prelude will carry a stick of PVC pipe with the trunk closed.

My fantasy in cars is techno-simplicity. I'd like to buy an old
(early 60s) 6 cyl truck and put radial tires and electronic ignition
on it and be happy. I could fix anything easily and it would not cost
anything except gas. I wouldnt even get new paint, keep it rusty so
nobody wants to break into it.

Only problem with that is the lack of safety. If you're involved in
an accident, you're toast. No padded dashes, solid steering column,
no door beams, no crumple zones... you get the point.


Just hose off the dashboard and sell it to someone else!

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Nom=de=Plume