capriceman
06-15-03, 00:20
I guess this goes here since it involves a breakdown. Mabey general discussion.
Anyway, this was embaressing as shit.
I've been working on my wife's car on and off. Now I'm getting it ready to paint.
I was pulling the molding off when I noticed that a tire was pretty low.
I told her I'd take it to the gas station, get some air and a bottle of soda and some smokes.
I pulled up to the air pump and stopped. Well, when I went to put it in park, it wouldn't change gears.
The shifter moved all day, the tranny wouldn't go into park.
O.K.
I've changed the shift cable in that thing, so I'm sure that I can figure it out, get it home and go from there tommorrow.
It was no big deal. The part of the cable that locks into a bracket on the tranny came loose. I just shoved it back into place, ready to go.
I put air in the offending tire, got my soda and smokes, on my way. Right? WRONG.
Damn thing wouldn't start.
I keep my good cables in that car because it's that car.
I look around, the only person there is a ricer. Honda Accordian, raceing flag graphics, big chrome wheels, You know the type.
I looked around again, nope, He's the only one there.
I asked Him for a jump start, he was real nice, said no problem He'd be right over when he got his gas.
We're hooking up the jumpers, He looked at car and said, " If You're looking to get something newer, I have a few friends who sell cars,...".
He was trying to be nice and all, but I felt about 2 inches tall.
"Not at the moment" I said. But thanks.
He told me that they would give me real low payments, low interest,...
AAARRRGGG!
I just couldn't take it any more.
He's in the trunk. Just kidding.
I explained that this is my wife's car and we were working on fixing it up.
He asked me what I had. Then He asked if I wanted to sell it.
I said no of cource, but I felt a little better.
This is the corker.
Driving down my street, I saw a car behind me.
I stopped in front of my house with the turn signal on to back in the driveway. It's eaiser to jump start if it's faceing out.
I got about half way into my drive way when I noticed the top of the other car had pretty blue lites on it.
They started blinking, reminding me of Cristmass, in a very Dickens sort of way.
I parked the car where I was going to in the first place, got out and started to walk toward the Cop. He met me about half way,
He was pretty cool, "just wondering why You barely have any lites."
I explained what happened with the wonderfull little Pontiac, He said oh O.K., hope You get it fixed before You go driving around in it.
"Mabey You should trade that thing in."
2 inches tall again, I explained once more, pointing to The Madd Bow Tie parked out front and said, "That's mine."
He replied, "I want one."
He told me how He missed his 9c1, the Crown Vic was O.K. and all, but the only two cars that actually ever out ran him were a Vette and a Caprice. ".........or mabey it was an Impala."
He didn't know that the Impalla SS was mechanicly the same as the 9C1.
Felt a little better, but over all still embarresed.
If it were up to me, I'd get on my Pontiac and ride. To the junk yard. Wider is Better. Isn't it? Please tell me it is. I'll believe You. Really.
I'm thinking alternater. (Third one in five years.)
Mabey just a loose belt.
BTW. '87 Grand Am. It'll be kind of nice when I'm done.:o
Anyway, this was embaressing as shit.
I've been working on my wife's car on and off. Now I'm getting it ready to paint.
I was pulling the molding off when I noticed that a tire was pretty low.
I told her I'd take it to the gas station, get some air and a bottle of soda and some smokes.
I pulled up to the air pump and stopped. Well, when I went to put it in park, it wouldn't change gears.
The shifter moved all day, the tranny wouldn't go into park.
O.K.
I've changed the shift cable in that thing, so I'm sure that I can figure it out, get it home and go from there tommorrow.
It was no big deal. The part of the cable that locks into a bracket on the tranny came loose. I just shoved it back into place, ready to go.
I put air in the offending tire, got my soda and smokes, on my way. Right? WRONG.
Damn thing wouldn't start.
I keep my good cables in that car because it's that car.
I look around, the only person there is a ricer. Honda Accordian, raceing flag graphics, big chrome wheels, You know the type.
I looked around again, nope, He's the only one there.
I asked Him for a jump start, he was real nice, said no problem He'd be right over when he got his gas.
We're hooking up the jumpers, He looked at car and said, " If You're looking to get something newer, I have a few friends who sell cars,...".
He was trying to be nice and all, but I felt about 2 inches tall.
"Not at the moment" I said. But thanks.
He told me that they would give me real low payments, low interest,...
AAARRRGGG!
I just couldn't take it any more.
He's in the trunk. Just kidding.
I explained that this is my wife's car and we were working on fixing it up.
He asked me what I had. Then He asked if I wanted to sell it.
I said no of cource, but I felt a little better.
This is the corker.
Driving down my street, I saw a car behind me.
I stopped in front of my house with the turn signal on to back in the driveway. It's eaiser to jump start if it's faceing out.
I got about half way into my drive way when I noticed the top of the other car had pretty blue lites on it.
They started blinking, reminding me of Cristmass, in a very Dickens sort of way.
I parked the car where I was going to in the first place, got out and started to walk toward the Cop. He met me about half way,
He was pretty cool, "just wondering why You barely have any lites."
I explained what happened with the wonderfull little Pontiac, He said oh O.K., hope You get it fixed before You go driving around in it.
"Mabey You should trade that thing in."
2 inches tall again, I explained once more, pointing to The Madd Bow Tie parked out front and said, "That's mine."
He replied, "I want one."
He told me how He missed his 9c1, the Crown Vic was O.K. and all, but the only two cars that actually ever out ran him were a Vette and a Caprice. ".........or mabey it was an Impala."
He didn't know that the Impalla SS was mechanicly the same as the 9C1.
Felt a little better, but over all still embarresed.
If it were up to me, I'd get on my Pontiac and ride. To the junk yard. Wider is Better. Isn't it? Please tell me it is. I'll believe You. Really.
I'm thinking alternater. (Third one in five years.)
Mabey just a loose belt.
BTW. '87 Grand Am. It'll be kind of nice when I'm done.:o