Saturday, May 17, 2008
The History of Cars
When I was 16 my parents gave me a 95 Ford Escort. It had been a family car for several years, was all paid off, and ran OK. I loved that car...right into the back of a large pickup truck when I was 18.
After that was when I moved in with Josh. His parents let us have an old El Camino that they had sitting around (we have a lot of cars here...) and we used that for a little while. During that little while I managed to back it into a Fire Hydrant. Either way the transmission went out and we had to buy ourselves a car.
So with the help of Josh's uncle, we purchased a 2001 Chevy Malibu. I loved that car too. Only this car got lucky, I never did it any harm. Actually I think I accidentally drove it off a sidewalk once when we were in CO because I couldn't tell where the exit to the parking lot was. I seriously thought I was using it until I heard the car scraping on the sidewalk and crashing onto the pavement. But it survived. Until the jerks at Walmart put the wrong kind/defective oil filter on it and screwed it all up inside.
Now we need another new car. Then comes the 2005 Hyundai Sonata. I really loved that car. Sun roof/moon roof, heated seats, nice stereo. The whole thing totally rocked. About 6 months after we got that, some dork came across the lane I was in and hit the back passenger's side door. No big deal, it got fixed. But not a month or two after it was all pretty and new looking again it met it's fate. I was driving home from work and this guy came flying out into my lane. Apparently he wasn't looking to see if anyone was in it before he made a left turn into traffic. Either way I hit the side of his car and the force of that ran me into a tree. Bye bye Sonata.
Then came the 2006 Dodge Charger. By far the coolest of all the cars (although I've always been partial to that Sonata). It held up pretty well until the other day when I smashed in the side of it at the gas station. I still can't figure out how I managed to do this, but as I was pulling out of the bay of gas pumps, I had myself moved over too far to avoid hitting another car's door...and just started rocking into this post at the end of the island. When I say I smashed in the whole passenger's side of the car, believe me I mean it. Several people have said 'Oh, it can't be that bad', and then they look at it. So just trust me, it's pretty screwed.
Why does this keep happening to me??
After that was when I moved in with Josh. His parents let us have an old El Camino that they had sitting around (we have a lot of cars here...) and we used that for a little while. During that little while I managed to back it into a Fire Hydrant. Either way the transmission went out and we had to buy ourselves a car.
So with the help of Josh's uncle, we purchased a 2001 Chevy Malibu. I loved that car too. Only this car got lucky, I never did it any harm. Actually I think I accidentally drove it off a sidewalk once when we were in CO because I couldn't tell where the exit to the parking lot was. I seriously thought I was using it until I heard the car scraping on the sidewalk and crashing onto the pavement. But it survived. Until the jerks at Walmart put the wrong kind/defective oil filter on it and screwed it all up inside.
Now we need another new car. Then comes the 2005 Hyundai Sonata. I really loved that car. Sun roof/moon roof, heated seats, nice stereo. The whole thing totally rocked. About 6 months after we got that, some dork came across the lane I was in and hit the back passenger's side door. No big deal, it got fixed. But not a month or two after it was all pretty and new looking again it met it's fate. I was driving home from work and this guy came flying out into my lane. Apparently he wasn't looking to see if anyone was in it before he made a left turn into traffic. Either way I hit the side of his car and the force of that ran me into a tree. Bye bye Sonata.
Then came the 2006 Dodge Charger. By far the coolest of all the cars (although I've always been partial to that Sonata). It held up pretty well until the other day when I smashed in the side of it at the gas station. I still can't figure out how I managed to do this, but as I was pulling out of the bay of gas pumps, I had myself moved over too far to avoid hitting another car's door...and just started rocking into this post at the end of the island. When I say I smashed in the whole passenger's side of the car, believe me I mean it. Several people have said 'Oh, it can't be that bad', and then they look at it. So just trust me, it's pretty screwed.
Why does this keep happening to me??
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