WARNING… LONG… POSSIBLY BORING… IM REALLY DRUNK AND THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE THIS ALL OUT.
when i was 16, i was gifted a 1990 ford tempo that my grandmother had given to my father. it was a company car, originally purchased by my grandfather, but later given to my grandmother by him.
i was young, and it was my first car. i felt like i was in heaven. shortly thereafter, i was driving along when the car wouldnt stop properly. luckily i had a friend in high school who was taking auto tech at boces. he replaced the front pads, rotors, and a seized caliper.
it was great after that. well, except for the time i was driving down the road and the rear drum brake seized, causing my tire to smolder and nearly catch fire on the side of the road. after that it was still an ok car, fuck i didnt know any better, it got me around right?
i crashed it a little after that. i was young, dumb, and it was completely my fault.
i bought a 89 chevy cavalier after that car. it was a pile. the floorboards were rotted and leaked, the muffler nearly fell off at one point, the seats were broken when i bought it, and the car was rusty as hell. i didnt care! it was only $300! it got me around my senior year of high school and that was really all that mattered
my friend had a 91 civic hatch he had purchased for $300 as well. i rode in it so many times and was amazed by how well it ran, how reliable it was, and how good it looked for being that old. plus it had almost 170,000 miles on it!
with my graduation money i needed a car to replace my awful cavalier. i found an 89 civic lx in the paper for $900 and sent my dad to look at it. he complained a bit about me buying an import, but seeing what a great car my friend had for such little money, i pushed him hard to negotiate with the seller. we got him down to $700, and i gave my dad almost all of my graduation money for that car.
my gut feeling was right. not only did that car survive over 2 years of abuse from me delivering pizzas in it, i couldnt kill it! when youre young, and stupid, beating up slow cars is fun. well let me tell you i had a blast. as long as the oil level was good, the car seemed to beg for abuse! i couldnt believe it
i got sick of that car after a few years and bought a 94 jetta vr6. the civic was left at a friends house for a few months because… well… to be honest, i just didnt care. i was enjoying my new (to me) jetta vr6. man, i thought that thing was a fucking race car.
my friend and i eventually ended up pushing my civic into a field behind his house because i couldnt bring myself to scrap it after all we had been through. he didnt mind at all. and there it sat, for over 6 months.
around november of that year i saw the snow and thought that i didnt want my precious jetta vr6 driving around int he salt and slippery roads during the winter. i had an idea. if the civic will run, well… i could just drive it through another winter
my dad and i drove back out to my friend pauls house. it was a blistery winter day, and i had only brought the fully charged battery from my jetta and a set of vice grips. we arrived, and there she sat. covered in snow, sank into the ground, just in awful disrepair
i walked out and thought to myself, well… its worth a shot. i popped the hood, replaced the battery, got in and cranked it. it was as if the car had been driven yesterday! unreal!!! i actually drove it home from there and registered it the next day
i hammered the shit out of that car that winter. my jetta was quietly tucked away in a friends barn, and i really didnt give a fuck about this field car. it held strong through so much abuse it was unbelievable.
sadly, on my way to a friends shop that winter i crashed it. the thermostat was stuck open on a single digit february day, and i had no defrosters. i ended up rear ending someone. i sold the car to someone on ubrf.org for $50 (he fucking drove it back to west nuckka without an issue with a smashed front end!) and pulled my jetta out of storage early
the following summer was a blast. my jetta and i went everywhere, with nearly no major issue. god, that car looked so hot and was so good to me. it was a great time in my life
the following fall my dad called me and asked me if i wanted his 94 taurus wagon to hammer through another winter. it was free, so i really couldnt say no. it fit so many people, and was an awesome bar cruiser. although, it def had its share of problems. the flex pipe broke, the tranny slipped, the seats felt like rocks, and i had to replace a lot parts on it. but the one thing this car did do to me was nearly cost me my life… it was rather terrifying
delivering za on an old country road, just cruising along, i went to switch the high beams on. i flicked the lever back, and the headlights went out. remember, im doing 50ish down a snowy, country road in the middle of the night. panicking, i flicked them off, but to no avail, they refused to turn back on. i start messing with the lightswitch knob while braking in the pitch black, and they finally turn back on after a few seconds.
i thought nothing of it, and continued on my way. later that night, the lights shut off again while driving through the country, not even while touching the highbeam switch. not only that, but the wiring harness for the headlight switch started smoldering
fuck. where the fuck is my civic!!! prob the size of a shoebox by now…
so i stop delivering for the night. go to autobone the next day and get a new switch, replace it, everything is cool. i ended up selling that car to a board member in order to buy my new honda- le cackord!!
as i write this i can hardly believe this car had been through so much for so long with me. the abused pos beater. $300. crashing it into trees. off roading like woah. sideswiping guardrails. hit with axes, wine bottles, baseball bats, prybars, abuse on a regular basis ie no oil changes, only fix when something breaks completely, no reg maintenance, who gives a fuck. let it sit next to the apartment for months while i drive my bimmer, fuck it, its a honda! of course it’ll start, are you high? ITS A HONDA!!! and it always does…
about a year ago my mom was complaining about her taurus. the seats hurt her back, it got bad mpg’s, it drove like shit, she generally just hated driving it. she was always the type to just go to a ford dealership every few years and trade in her taurus for a pre-owned, low milage, used taurus. she always though of cars as merely transportation. she was also worried about how her family would react to her buying an import car. my uncle jim worked at gm for years, was retired, and hated on import cars like someone was paying him to (well, they were…) i told her i would go to dealers with her to look at cars. we went out one day and looked at nissans, subarus, vw’s, and of course gm’s and fords.
one car caught her eye and she loved driving it. i wasnt with her, but i remember the first day she drove me in it. she said “i love this car! the seats are so comfy! my back doesnt hurt as much, plus, it goes so much faster when you step on it!” i said “mom, that’s because you got v-tec y0!” she obv said “whats v-tec?”
she had purchased a honda. not only a honda, but her first car ever purchased that was brand new.
there are so many people out there like me and my family. and you wonder why the big 3 are in the shitter.
thanks for listening
