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*blush* I kept meaning to email to tell you they were coming, but I never quite got around to it The new flavours are awesome, aren't they ? The Red Velvet Tim Tams literally came out on the last day before I left for Dallas.
1992 Ford Thunderbird. Drove it until it quit (beyond my financial ability to repair it, that is). Passenger side (outer) door handle was broken, driver side (inner) door handle was broken, neither window rolled down on its own and each was held up by a rubber doorstop, went through oil like crazy, went through antifreeze like crazy, blew a few radiator hoses. But hey, it got me around when I needed it.
djj55: Nice but may have a permission problem
Pete O'Hanlon: He has my permission to run it.
Mk II Ford Cortina [^] - my dad bought it for parts, and found it was better than the one he was driving. After him using it for a couple of years he stuck it in a lockup garage, and two years later we revived it after I passed my driving test.
I'm an optoholic - my glass is always half full of vodka.
When I got out of the service in 70 and returned home my brother had bought an old car that didn't have a hood and he carried a case of oil in the back seat.
When I asked him about the oil he said at every stoplight the passenger would have to get out and wipe oil off the windshield and at every other light the driver would have to get out and put a quart of oil in and the passenger would wipe the window. He didn't have it very long. Thank god!
Have you ever just looked at someone and knew the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead?
Trying to understand the behavior of some people is like trying to smell the color 9.
Learn to drive in a Ford pickup. Dad used the truck for deliveries, so when I wrapped it around a tree they got me a '62 Ford Falcon, this was around 1973.
You could not kill the car. Put in new floor boards when the old ones rusted out. Swore it ran on four of the six cylinders. Vacuum wipers that when you step on the gas the wipers quit. Just add oil and occasionally gas and away you went.
Drove: This[^], but with a line of rust running about an inch above the bottom of the doors. At least until I got busy with the plastic padding and spray-paint. The interior re-defined grey.
Owned: One of these[^], but featuring original pressed-steel wheels, highly tattered roof and rust. Lots or rust. Maintained the thing myself for years, until a combination of putting myself back through uni and not being able to find work afterwords forced me to sell it. Was like dating a slightly psycho model - good to look at, was an ,erm, excellent ride, but would treat you very badly and let you down at the most inconvenient times.
The amount of energy necessary to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than to produce it.