Anyone else have one?
I’m lucky enough to have two. :dubious:
My first car was lovely…a 77 Chevy Caprice I paid $500 cash for.
It had power locks, windows, steering, the works and it was 70’s green.
You know the color. It has graced many a kitchen and shag carpet among other unlucky things.
I drove that sucker for 3 years, not too many problems and sold it for $600.
I miss that car. After the headliner fell on my head, I grooved it up with purple crushed velvet and some fabric that had planets and moons stars on a black background. Stapled it all to the headliner board. I covered the dash in plastic lizards, frogs and snakes. You know the really colorful ones you can get in the dollar store that come so many to a pack? Yeah…
It was good to me and I didn’t know how good I had it.
Now onto the cursed cars…
The 77 Caprice was replaced by an 86 Blazer. My husband (boyfriend at the time, Yepmas) was working for a company that was using it as a company car. They were tired of paying the taxes on it when it was hardly ever used so Boss Man sold it to him for $500. Yepmas in turn gave it to me as that’s about what he owed me at the time and I needed a new ride.
It hasn’t given me many problems; it’s the mechanics that have to watch out.
Every single mechanic, except for this last one knock on wood, has died.
Not one, not two, but three have met with a tragic end. Now the Blazer itself had nothing to do with their deaths (that I know of :dubious: ) but I’d go to a mechanic, get something fixed, go back later for another problem wanting to have the same mechanic work on it only to be told that they have passed on.
So I thought about getting another car. My friend’s mother was unable to drive her 96 Buick Skylark anymore due her vision going (she was about 82). My friend gave me a good deal on it; $500.
Seeing a theme here yet? 
Now this one I think has a personal vendetta against me.
Since I’ve had this car:
[ol]
[li]It has randomly shut off on me whenever I would try to pull out into traffic so I would have to crank it again.[/li][li]It’s completely lost power on at least 3 occasions, once in the middle of the road.[/li][li]The car door has shut itself on my leg hard enough to leave bruises on both sides.[/li][li]It’s yanked a good chunk of my hair out while exiting the vehicle. Several times. :mad: [/li][li]It developed a mysterious hole in the sidewall of the tire. I used some Fix-A-Flat I found in the trunk (it leaked all over me and I felt like my hand was coated in plastic for the next two days). I drove it straight to the tire place as per the can’s instructions only to pay about $15 to learn they couldn’t find anything wrong with it.[/li][li]The very next day, it ran out of gas in the middle of hwy 90. The gauge indicated an eighth of a tank left. :smack: [/li][/ol]
The last thing that’s happened to it, I wasn’t even there. I took it to WalMart’s Tire & Lube Express center for a quick oil change before a trip to mom-in-law’s this past weekend. My niece and I wandered the store for the hour and a half they said it would take. We were tired and ready to go and I had just checked on the status at one of the little price scanners and got the message it was still waiting when I heard them call my name. I silently thanked Og and bee-lined it straight for the T&L Center. I had a few necessities to purchase and was getting ready to put them on the counter when a gentleman in street clothes asked me what I was driving. I thought maybe he was wondering as to how long he had to wait based on how far behind my car his was or something. I told him, shrugged to myself, and got ready to check out.
A WalMart employee in an Assistant Manager’s vest walked up, verified my name and asked me to grab my purse and come with her.
“What the heck?” I think to myself and figured they were getting ready to tell me that they couldn’t do the oil change because of some problem and they wanted to point it out.
Nope. What they wanted to point out was that one of their employees had backed a Jeep up into it, smashing the headlight, completely removing the side turn signal (it was sitting on the roof of my car! :eek: ), bending the fender and pushing it into the driver’s side door so that it couldn’t open anymore.
The gentleman in street clothes? The Jeep’s owner. He said he had watched the whole thing happen; he just didn’t want to be the one to break it to me. He said the mechanic backing his Jeep out was going way over 5 mph. Apparently! I took a look at his Jeep, and my fender had somehow punched a hole in his thick plastic rear bumper!
Another hour of phone calls, pictures, and trading info before I got to climb into the passenger’s side, crawl over the center divider, and drive a very tired and disgruntled (can’t blame her. All told she was actually a little angel! ) niece back to my sister.
Le sigh.
Anyone want a car?
Only $500. 
