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I bought
this car for $1000 when I was 17. I got my money's worth. This was a
beater from the day go. The odometer said only 88,000 miles, so, there
is my excuse. I wanted domestic, large, solid, power everything, and
air conditioning. I can say that the power equipment didn't fail, but,
in the 8 months I had "it" (never did figure out the gender
of the car) the A/C was fixed 3 times, and it never did work right if
it was over 85. And yes, that is my CB antenna on the deck lid of the
trunk!
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Soon after I got it I had to begin shifting it, even though it was an automatic. By the time I got rid of the disabled (as we soon began calling it) I had G'd it out. The sensible wheel covers were replaces with fake high chrome ones from WalMart, various rustolium colors were applied to the back fenders, and the entire back of the car was COVERED in stickers. Basically, because the rust was so bad, I had to do something to hold the car together. |
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For my first
daily driver, it never suffered any damage at my hands. I will say this,
it never died on me. The wipers decided that they wouldn't go back to
the park position, costing a trip to the junk yard. The gas line leak
I never did find. I liked the smell of 89 octane- it had such a calming
effect. I ended up getting rid of it because of the transmission. Second
gear was missing, and it would slip on any sort of hill.
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Interesting epilog here- The Mafia man that I bought the car (cash) from is now in jail serving 20 or so years for witness tampering, car theft, switching VIN numbers, tampering with DMV records, and operating a chop shop. See, before the Sopranos, I didn't think anything of the piles of dashes, piles of car parts, and thugs around. I have all the clippings from the paper tucked away. Great story to tell at parties, about how at 17 I bought a chopped car! |
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