My dad never gave me anything car like. I received food, shelter, access to education until 18 as was legally required - the rest I either worked for it directly, or bought it from him.
Well, ok, I also got a few Christmas presents, including a Bible from Santa.
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I live in the great state of Virginia, where all police are Nazis. There have been articles on Jalopnik about police in VA being terrible. Here are two of my worst encounters.
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1970 or 1971...Dad was in the USAF and we lived in Germany. We’d gone to Bavaria for 4th of July holiday, and on the way back my mother insisted we visit Dachau. I understand it’s been polished a bit since then, but it was still pretty raw and brutal at that time. The only sign that pointed you towards the camp was a…
In the fall of 1967 I returned from Vietnam, bought a car (1962 Triumph TR3B), visited relatives and then headed to my next assignment in KC, MO. I was heading north on US69. Saw a person hitchhiking and decided to be a decent person. I pulled over and “she” came to my car and asked for a ride. It was then that I…
Well, when I was in the Navy (not yet the real Navy but still finishing up the technical training at the base in Great Lakes, Illinois) I had the opportunity to bring my car to the Navy base which was still at my parent’s house in Maryland. A friend, Stacy, offered to help get me home, but she and another guy both…
As my girlfriend and I left a rest stop on the Massachusetts Turnpike, a sweaty, unshowered man wearing a Batman t-shirt ran out of the building and tackled me from behind.
Mine is ... weird. (warning: this gets depressing as hell)
The funniest road trip experience that I had was driving around 4 hours home after my dad picked up his 1965 Corvette Stingray with side pipes.
*sigh* More of the “but we’re the disruptors” bullshit. Someone needs to take these companies and give their execs a swift boot to the head.
When I lived in Boston, I lived *across the street* from a subway station. On a line that intersected all others within minutes, so getting anywhere was damn quick and simple, for a $79/mo all-you-can-eat pass.
Bear with me, but it was a 21-foot 1977 Ford Chateau motorhome. Like this - same yellow and orange stripes, but bunks in the back.
Fuck this guy. I am a two-time loser (which is nothing to be proud of), and while the hardest thing I have ever done, bar none, is give up alcohol forever, I did it and have been sober for more than seven years.
Haven’t personally owned one, but ran pawn shops for several years and we had one that one of my employees gave a loan on. Really nice looking wagon in a silvery blue color. Sat in the warehouse for the required 60 days without collecting a payment, then lost $1000 on it at auction. Turns out all those pretty lights…
I’m jealous of this guy’s job.
Ah yes, the 2000 Cadillac Escalade. The car that my parents were almost too embarrassed to buy. Ok maybe not, but maybe they should have been. Around 7 years ago, the time had come to buy a new family hauler. The Buick LeSabre (which had never really been big enough to haul Dad, Mom, and 4 teenage boys anyways) had…
I rented a car to drive a few hours across colorado last time I was there and they gave me a Dodge Journey. Although my immediate thoughts were “this thing is large and slow” my girlfriend had a remarkably different response...
Heated seats! Different temps for passenger! Lots of room! high up! Systems!
I left that car…
I’m definitely not a communist, maybe a little socialist, but sometimes you look at capitalism practices and just go “boy this is fucked”.
When I worked at a CDJR location, the Chrysler 200 and the Jeep Liberty were the cars to put people in with bad credit and negative equity. “i still want to keep the payments at $200 and not put any money down.” Heard that more times in six months than I ever thought I’d hear. I would then politely tell the customer…