I do not abuse my car, honestly.

25 Oct

I was driving on the freeway with the girlfriend and a Shelby Mustang Cobra passes me.

Passing a 97 Taurus with transmission issues is not that hard for a Shelby Mustang Cobra.

“Good god.” That is really all I can say. I grew up in a car family, and although I am pure crap as a mechanic, I can recognize the real deal when I see it.

“That man has no penis.” Is my girlfriend’s comment. “He is compensating for something.

At this point, I don’t care if he has a vagina. I am not wishing I could sleep with him, but his taste in cars is stunning.

Maybe not the taste, but the financial ability to have a Shelby Mustang Cobra is the impressive part.

He could have gotten a Mercedes, top of the line Lexus, Ferrari, anyone of those European super cars.

But not this guy.

He bought American.

He may as well be John Wayne behind the wheel.

Not sure what being behind the wheel of the terminally ill Taurus says.

I tend to chose quickly and cheaply.

Ok, I’ll own that.

In my own defense, the Taurus was not a car I set out to get, it just kind of showed up.

Like some sort of automotive herpes, not my choice and I have just been stuck with it.

It will die, eventually, and I have made a DNR in my own head for it. Do not rebuild. When it dies, I will let it go.

Shitty cars are like that.

If you are into cars, this makes no sense.

But, if you only view a car as something to get you from point A to point B, this makes perfect sense.

I have always wanted to get an old classic and restore it into one of those “Cruise Night” cars.

I just don’t have that kind of attention span.

Growing up, I figure I broke my father’s heart several times with my treatment of my cars.

Or rather mistreatment.

Ignoring regular maintenance is one thing, by my big issue was ignoring things that demanded maintenance.

Like water leaks, oil leaks, warning lights, you name it.

This was the type of thing that destroyed several of my early cars.

These I like to refer to as my serial car-killer days.

I try to be better now, but those were my formative years.

I even gave my car an oil change and a sloppy tune up last weekend.

(But I also made sure my bike tires are properly inflated. Just in case.)

1 Comment

Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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One response to “I do not abuse my car, honestly.

  1. Vicki

    October 25, 2011 at 8:44 am

    Dude. So true! Remember how I would put that pos but bought in cash for me from daddy. Into neutral rev it up and then drop it into drive and screech away?? Yeah-I still do that-but in my daughters car!! My cadilac gets treated like the woman-baby that she is. 120k miles on her and the mechanic told me yeaterday I have kept up such good care of her I have OVER 200k MORE miles left on her. Joey calls her my baby-but I worked my ass off for my 2000 Escalade!!! So she may need a new paint job-a few dents removed. Oh yeah the bumper that Joey ruined the FIRST day I got her-bit she is my guilty pleasure. Moral of the story-buy American and it will be your baby and last forever!!!


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