Comments on: Five Questions

By: emily

emily — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 05:09:01 +0000

1. my first, crappiest, and current car is a ‘94 dodge ram 1500. my grandma gave it to me for my 17th birthday because she wanted a civic. greedy. Darn Thing has been to Montana and back a couple of times. i mention this because it resides in Florida. thats a long way away. the paints all falling off, and the a/c only blows hot air (and only during summer.

2. i’ve got a This Was a Stupid Idea, TK101 radio station, a Punisher skull, and a big green & gold C for my high school.

5. the stoner guys in my homeroom will probably end up as local officials, and the valedictorian is my best bud so i cant say anything about him (yet).

By: Jack

Jack — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:08:29 +0000

A 1963 Ford Falcon convertable, tape held the top together, and when it rained the back seat floor boards filled with water. To make matters worse, I had left some books and plants in back during a move that all composted together, none of my friends would ride in back because things were growing back there. It was gutless. However I wish I had it now, it would probably be worth a fortune.

By: jenn

jenn — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:46:22 +0000

By FAR the crappiest car I have ever owned was an 1987 Mercury Lynx (keep in mind this was in 1993).

*There was a 2X4 in the back floor board wedged against the back of the driver’s seat b/c the seat would otherwise fly off the tracks if I slammed the breaks too hard.

*The arm handle on the inside driver’s door was duct-taped to the door so it would stay on.

*It had a really cool moon roof that leaked like mad when it rained.

*The radio worked if you took the wire and physically hooked it onto the metal part of the on/off knob.

*Oh, and just for anyone that was riding with me… the back seat was a bench style seat that would fall into the floarboard if they weren’t sitting all the way back.

Man, good times!!

By: kayla

kayla — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 05:54:23 +0000

I have been driving a 1989 Pontiac Sunbird for the last 2 years, fondly named Fury (but my dad calls it “Furby” or “the Sunterd”). I paid $800 cash to an old lady who couldn’t drive anymore. It’s kind of ugly, it creaks while I drive, the doors squeak, the windshield wipers turn on high or off, but nothing in between, the wipers will go off at random times while I’m driving, the horn doesn’t work unless you press a very specific spot that’s hard to pinpoint, the lining is falling off the ceiling, my headlights short out, you can’t use the air conditioning for fear of overwhelming the car, and it likes to break down on occasion for no reason at all. When I was grounded from driving my senior year for almost 3 weeks, my car sat in the rain and to this day smells moldy. It has a sun roof, but one of those lame ones that opens up maybe 2 inches. I had to replace the tires last year when I drove them down to the wire, and recently replaced the whole break system when it disintegrated. My dad has also instated a “10 minute rule” meaning I can’t take trips in it that are over 10 minutes because my car is pretty unreliable and likes to die on major highways.

Bumper stickers include: “Marines” “Semper Fidelis” “My brother protects our freedom. He is a US Marine” “Auburn School of Forestry and Wildlife Science” and a blue square with the outline of AL and an equals sign in it with the words “www.equalityalabama.org”

I love that car more than anything. I bought it completely on my own, which is something I’m proud of. It also has more character than 99% of cars on the road. If it completely died beyond repair tomorrow, I’ve gotten more than my money’s worth. It’s unique and a little kooky, like me.

By: Renee Pruett

Renee Pruett — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 01:28:39 +0000

1) My first vehicle was a 1965 Chevrolet El Camino. The color was flat red and it had a dent in every panel. It would go 150 mph. The seat was so low i had to look between the steering wheel and the dash to see. It had a leak in the rear window and there were mushrooms growing behind the driver’s seat. No bull.
2) favorite bumper sticker “My other car is a broom.”

3) I was a hiring manager for a major insurance company and an applicant sent her resume electronically. Her email was “tastygirl.”
4) None, but i anxiously await a call from William Shatner.

5) There were only 42 people in my graduating class. It was 1981. Some had “high” aspirations, but that was mostly taken care of at lunch.

By: Sue

Sue — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 15:08:37 +0000

Hey K (#54) – My trainer uses that sig(little green tree and all). I’ve got to ask her where she got it from.

By: fixedgear

fixedgear — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 12:06:41 +0000

PA license plate “FIXGEAR” ’cause we only have seven letters.

By: stef

stef — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:58:42 +0000

i quite love my “haslhof” tags….had it in VA and FL and i’m working on getting them in TN…

By: Catherine

Catherine — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:12:11 +0000

The worst car I ever had was a second-hand Chevette (don’t know what year) with a front grill that looked like Jimmy Carter’s smile. I named her “Margot” after Margot Fonteyn. Definitely a misnomer because there was nothing graceful about this poor car. At the time I carpooled with four plus-sized women (very plus-sized) and together we killed Margot. She just couldn’t stand the strain. My mother lived about 35 miles away and the trip entailed driving up a fairly steep long hill. By the time poor Margot reached the top of the hill, she was traveling at about 3 miles-per-hour even though I had the accelerator floored. There always was a line of cars on the road behind me, as far as I could see. Neeedless to say, she didn’t last too long with us.

By: LNolen

LNolen — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 17:54:05 +0000

The crappiest car I ever owned was my first car. A 1973 blow-up model Pinto. These were the ones that you had to have recall work done on because if you got hit from behind, the gas tank would blow up. It was white, with a baby-poo-green vinyl top. The upholstrey was baby-poo-green vinyl with bright yellow, white and baby-poo green plaid (yes plaid) seats. A few months after I got it, I left it parked on the curb with the windows down. Overnight, someone threw eggs inside the car. I didn’t drive it for 2 days, not realizing there were raw eggs all over the inside. Did I mention it was at the heighth of summer? The smell was horrid. I think the colors of the interior of the car made the smell worse. I couldn’t afford the deductible on my insurance to have it professionally cleaned, so I had to drive it as it was. I carried that smell with me everywhere…to work, to the store. It was the worst 3 months of my life. I finally killed the car by not putting oil in it and it threw a rod. Even then, with smoke pouring out from under the hood on the highway, the good samaritan that stopped to help, asked me…what’s that horrible smell.