Great Signs, Cont.

H/T @NamelessCynic

Obviously, this is not in Possum Hollar.

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  1. I have occasionally felt like committing vehicular homicide, like when the old Honda decided “Imma not gonna run any more, now that you’re in the middle of a an intersection of two very busy 4-lane streets, mkay?” and had to push it out of the intersection…in 110° summer heat.

    Although, in the end it was a hella car…the VW dealer gave me $600 trade-in for it when we bought our 2010 cheater diesel wagon (first new car ever!). Even paid for the tow truck to come pick it up from my driveway.

    You could see through the floor on the driver’s side, there was the big dent on the roof where a huge chunk of prickly pear cactus had been transported..it was sensitive to temperature changes, when it warmed up just enough the dent popped with a huge BONK that always scared the crap out of us, and one of our dogs had committed her Great Puppy Act Of Destruction…by eating the seats, so for the last five years of it’s life we rode around sitting on various chunks of foam duct-taped to the seats, a fix poorly disguised by cheap seat covers.

    At a guess it had ~220K + miles on it when we traded it in, a guess because we had to replace the transmission at one point, and the one the repair place could scrounge was from a couple years newer and the speedo/odometer never worked after that, and 1988 (or 1989, I forget)-2010 is a lotta years.

    But it had a clock! A clock rescued from our previous vehicle, a ’76 Peugot 504 that we absolutely loved with POWER WINDOWS and a huge sunroof…that leaked, and it needed to be started with a screwdriver fairly regularly, but was a true European luxury road sedan that we felt soooo sophisticated driving…until it died three years AFTER Peugeot stopped exporting anything to the US, let alone 20 year old car parts. That clock still holds a place of honor on the bookshelf in the living room.

    The Honda served us well for 23 years before getting traded in, so I shouldn’t complain (but I will: it sported the Devil’s Own Carburetor, the Kehin 3-bbl that had to be rebuilt every year so it would pass emissions inspection…)

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    • tengrain says:

      I had a bumper sticker on one of my project British sports cars that said something like, “The parts falling off this car are of the highest British Calibre.” I feel your pain, BDR, I really do. And you have not lived until you’ve had to rebuild and rebalance TWIN stromberg carburetors.

      But to this day, the only car regret I have was when I sold the MGA. I should have kept it.

      Sigh,

      TG

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  2. MDavis says:

    Fine print – “NYD Dept. of the Social Contract.”
    Nope, not Possum Holler. Not if the social contract disallows vehicular homicide (even if someone richly deserves it, allegedly)

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  3. Ten Bears says:

    I have to admit: I have shot a pickup. My pickup, out in a cow pasture, but …

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    • Ten Bears says:

      Shot teevees too, old-scholl CRTs, implode with a satisfying report often louder than the gunshot. New teevees just weep, bleed while keepin’ on keepin’ on, albiet with a hole in the screen and maybe some verticla yellow lines. And it was a right and proper scientific experiment, thank you very much, with safety glasses ‘n earplugs ‘n all of that stuff.

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