The Zellbaca Chronicles |
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THE CAMARO In September of 2005, I bought a car. My truck's lifespan was showing signs of ceasing, and a new form of transportation would be needed, sooner or later. Combing through the Thrifty Nickel, Tony and I found a nice prospect. A 1989 Camaro RS. Sure, the RS is just 6 cylinder and has the smaller engine, but goddammit, gas is $3 a gallon. After some haggling and test driving, I bought it. An American pony car is an entirely different animal than a Japanese compact pickup. Read: I stall it every other stop. But, good lord, does she fly on the freeway. And the stereo system is ridiculous. It’s the kind that pisses off old ladies and whatnot. Ha, ha... After only driving it a few times, I decided insurance would probably be a good idea. So, until it was properly taken care of, the car was sidelined. Once I finally bought the insurance, that fucker Father Frost decided to be a little bitch and bless us with a nice Blizzaga. Piece of shit or not, the clearance on my truck would fare much better than the Camaro. Once spring (read: last part of winter) came around, I decided to taker her for a spin. The battery was completely dead. Meh, it was expected after sitting for 4 months. So, Tony and I borrowed a battery charger from his dad to get her going. We let it charge, and I drove it around! For a day! The battery wouldn't hold a charge. FINALLY, my mom took it upon herself to MAKE me buy a battery for the thing. So I did. And now it runs. And now it just needs 100 other things fixed... I’m sure they will be Chronicled in the future. |
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