He better not! That’s the name of MY car.
Captain_C, I don’t think anyone has mentioned this yet, so here is some more advice. I assume that having a car that breaks down regularly has acquainted you with several local mechanics. Take your potential new car to one you trust before you buy it. It is a small outlay of money upfront but can save you big time if the thing is about to die. He will probably be able to tell you what systems have issues, and about how long you will go before some of them need attention. I have been saved from a very bad buy by following this advice. The mechanic noticed the problem very quickly, so he didn’t bother to continue and didn’t charge me.
Definitely have the new car vetted by a GOOD mechanic before you buy, it’s a cheap insurance policy. That being said, even for a grand the Cav is a pretty good deal–for three hundred it’s a slam dunk. I drive one myself, considerably older ('89) than the one you’re looking at. J-bodies are a dozen in a dime bag and parts are very available and cheap as hell. Assume the worst, that the engine blows–it’s a lead pipe cinch that it will be cheaper to get a 2.2 or 2.4L 4 cylinder crate motor or pull from a junker than a 3.8L V-6, which is what’s probably in your Bonneville. I bought my Z-24 for a hundred bucks and I’ve rebuilt or replaced damned near everything on it (most of it because I wanted to, not because it was broken–I just like having a mechanically sound car) and I still haven’t spent enough on it to bring my expenditures higher than blue book for it. Nice thing about Cavaliers, they keep on running–little workhorses, they are.
And watch out for that head gasket, when those things go big time it can be fairly spectacular… :eek:
Wait a sec, you drive/own a “Pontiac” made in the last century? Are you one of those dozen clowns that pile out of it, as a joke? Did someone donate it to you (mistakenly) thinking you were a charity? Are you part of some dystopian future and are communicating to us from same? You still have parents that speak to you? Well now, that’s something. Continue then kind sire.
He’s lucky he still had teeth in his head.
No disparagement to the OP, but when I was a kid back in NC, and MLK was still fighting the good fight, that was one of the words used in place of the really bad word to describe a person of African origin.
I haven’t heard it used in years and so I can see how someone who grew up in a different time and different place could hear it used and see no negative association with it.
Back to the car issue. A compression test used to be a good determination of engine worthiness and they were reasonably priced. However, this was back in the day of points and condensers, so I don’t know if one would be viable now.
But if they are, get one. Could save you waving bye-bye to a grand.
T.
YOU RACIST FUCKING PIG!!!
Can I keep calling my car a “gringomobile”?
So you’re 50. I’m 40, and I learned reading for comprehension. Who knew they didn’t teach that a mere 10 years earlier.
A father telling his son that his POS car is unreliable, unsafe, and needs to be replaced, and that the hare-brained scheme to get a “new” car with 198K miles from the last century for a bargain $300 is almost equally stupid, is not dominating his child. Where did you pull that out of?
Explain from where you pulled the notion that who_me claimed the OP’s dad was dominating the OP?
who_me characterized you’re attitude as being one that tends toward a parent’s domination of his adult child’s life. S/he said nothing about whether the OP’s dad was doing this.
And you criticized who_me for failing to “read for comprehension?” :dubious: I’m not even sure what you’re claiming s/he failed to understand.
As to your response to me (“Wait twenty years and report back to me…”) you’ve failed to support your point. Sure, in twenty years, I may tell my kid what I think he should do (if he asks). But I won’t think I’m right “because I’m your father,” rather, I’ll think I’m right because I tend to think the things I think are right.
-FrL-
I hate to admit this, but I totally thought “jiggaboo canoe” was a made up name, like “jaberwocky” or something. I’d never heard it before, and thought, “That’s a catchy name! I have a canoe, maybe I’ll call it that.”
And then I read the rest of the thread… :eek:
Um, nevermind.
I don’t know what anybody else thinks, but that’s a lot better than being a pigfucking racist.
And Carol Stream, my father is a physically abusive, emotionally manipulative bastard, my life is immeasurably better since I stopped interacting with him 17 years ago, and your intelligence ranges somewhere between plastic cutlery and aquarium gravel.
For parents I just tell them AFTER I have found a solution - cuts the nagging by about 70% (scientifically measured)
For Jigaboo Canoe - am I showing my ignorance if I thought it was synonmous with shaggin’ wagon? ( I do not live in the US, and have never heard of a jigaboo)
That was my first thought. I do live in the US, but I’m both too young and in the wrong part of the country to have even heard of the word.
Whoosh?
I’ll be another one who says Father does not know best. Somewhere in there my father loves me I know but he’s also patriarchal, extremely racist (particularly against blacks but puerto ricans figure pretty highly on his shitlist too), and has totally different views on how a young woman should live her life then me.
I get so tired of people who blindly say “Parents know best - they only do it for your benefit” without ever considering all of the mean, evil, and just plain old bad parents out there. Some parents don’t do it for your benefit, they do it to exert control.
Not saying the OP’s parents are like this. In that situation I agree - just don’t tell them anything bad.,
Yes, there was definitely a whoosh, but I would look a little closer to home for it.
Stop this! I’ve been using these tales on my kids. It’s tough to keep the indoctrination constant now that they’re teens, and the last thing I need is them finding out the truth.
Loads of beneficial bacteria live within aquarium gravel, and I think you’ve done it a great disservice.
Au contrare, the whoosh is on you…!
You’re gonna wanna nigger-rig that head gasket before trying to sell it.