Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
transformation to confirm my worst fears.
I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
One prime example for those who don't understand:
A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
machine!
After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
for what I witnessed.
The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
forever lost.
I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
& Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
dignity.
So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
given to us.
-JD
sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
transformation to confirm my worst fears.
I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
One prime example for those who don't understand:
A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
machine!
After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
for what I witnessed.
The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
forever lost.
I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
& Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
dignity.
So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
given to us.
-JD
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
transformation to confirm my worst fears.
I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
One prime example for those who don't understand:
A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
machine!
After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
for what I witnessed.
The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
forever lost.
I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
& Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
dignity.
So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
given to us.
-JD
sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
transformation to confirm my worst fears.
I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
One prime example for those who don't understand:
A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
machine!
After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
for what I witnessed.
The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
forever lost.
I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
& Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
dignity.
So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
given to us.
-JD
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
Good story JD.
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
Good story JD.
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
Good story JD.
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
It's sad to hear that the old car was so poorly treated.
I'm glad that Libby got a home. How good I don't know but it's nothing I can
control.
I'll be sure to say hi to the new owners if I get the chance.
I was REALLY pleased when I found that the guy that bought Shug treats her
like the primadonna that she is and always has been.
I think he gives her the attention I did for the first few years before I
began losing interest.
I have this wild hair though. I'll let you know if I do it.
I still have a key and a couple of remotes that fit Shug.
I'm thinking that when I drive past his place and she is outside, I will hit
the panic button LOL
Or, if I pass her on the street going the opposite direction.
You know, kinda like gremlins. No one would know it's me.
A young lady was driving her the other day, parked right next to me.
If I had the remote I would have hit the lock button just as she started to
open the door to get in.
I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
he he he he he
Kate
"JD Adams" <JDAdams@Softcom.Net> wrote in message
news:1145721964.524390.193080@i39g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
:I feel your angst. When I was forced to sell Charlene, I deliberately
: sold to an outfit 100 mi. away so that I wouldn't have to see her on a
: daily basis. You and I know what people *would* do to a nice Mustang
: GT, and I don't want to see the carnage happen. I have enough
: nightmares about it now as it is. I don't need to see the
: transformation to confirm my worst fears.
:
: I know too many people who have sold cherished cars to so-called "Nice
: Folks", only to later find out they've gone to an abusive home.
:
: One prime example for those who don't understand:
:
: A neighbor sold his Dad's cherished '61 Chrysler a few years ago. His
: dad bought it new, and babied it throughout the 40+ years he owned it.
: It had a big V-8, A/C, power everything and every option available back
: then. Always garaged, always clean and well tuned, the works. Most
: every day, you'd see him buffing it with a soft, old diaper and some
: wax, all the while talking to it gently. It always shined like a new
: penny and the interior looked brand new. The engine ran like a fine
: Swiss Watch. It was always a treat just to see him take it out for a
: Sunday spin around the block. Oh, such devotion to a wonderful old
: machine!
:
: After Larry's Dad passed away, he sold it to a used car dealership, who
: in turn sold it to a local woman. No one thought much about it until a
: few months later when I spotted it here in town. I was not prepared
: for what I witnessed.
:
: The body now had several dents and scrapes in it, and it was FILTHY
: front to back, and had never been washed. It looked like it had been
: driven through a stockyard. One taillight was smashed - looked it it
: had been backed into a wall or something. Inside was a large,
: gross-looking blonde woman chain-smoking cigarettes and flicking the
: butts and ashes onto the floor. Her POODLE was running around the back
: seat, pressing it's slimy little mug onto every window it could get to.
:
:
: The interior of that car must now smell oh, so nice. Looking back, I
: close my eyes and envision the stomach-souring odor of feces, rancid
: tobacco smoke, dog ****, fast-food grease, perspiration and hair dye
: that must now be permeating the interior of that once-beautiful old
: car. And tears well in my eyes for the beauty and purity that has been
: forever lost.
:
: I was mortified. I thought, if only Larry's dad could see what has
: become of his baby, he would roll over in his grave. I never told
: Larry what I saw - it would have made him cry.
:
: Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. I pray she and Toto did a "Thelma
: & Louise" off a cliff or something to spare Planet Earth of her putrid
: Redneck ways, and to allow this poor, tortured old car to die with
: dignity.
:
: So, (ahem) truly, I understand your concern about the demise of
: 'Libby'. And I say it is justfied. Cars are more than machines. They
: are living, consuming, breathing beings that need love attention just
: like anything else. In a way, we give back to them for the work they
: do for us, and we should all be grateful for this gift that has been
: given to us.
:
: -JD
:
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
In article <ifaj429fvhqjlidjtne0n6mvffb3b054rb@4ax.com>,
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
Guest
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
In article <ifaj429fvhqjlidjtne0n6mvffb3b054rb@4ax.com>,
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
In article <ifaj429fvhqjlidjtne0n6mvffb3b054rb@4ax.com>,
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
jbjeep <jbjeep@saw.net> wrote:
#Thats too funny Kate!
#
#When I ordered my TJ you shoulda heard the sales guy laughing at the
#specs I had.
#Little things, like I wouldnt accept cloth seats. He said he had
#_never_ heard that
#before. lol.
He probably never sat in a cloth seat after the temperature reached
dew point with the top down. Wet leather or vinyl seats can be dried
off enough to be bearable using a towel in about 30 seconds. It takes
forever for a cloth seat to dry out and whoever sits in one that is
still wet look like they pee'ed themselves.
/herb
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Posts: n/a
Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
>I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
ROFL! After she gets in, hit the unlock/lock button a few times. That
should freak her out enough that she'll get all wide-eyed and soil
herself. Muhahahaha!!!
(Note to self: never buy a used car ever again.)
-JD
ROFL! After she gets in, hit the unlock/lock button a few times. That
should freak her out enough that she'll get all wide-eyed and soil
herself. Muhahahaha!!!
(Note to self: never buy a used car ever again.)
-JD
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Re: Got a phone call from the Jeep Dealer tonight...
>I'm telling you, I think it would be **** your pants funny!
ROFL! After she gets in, hit the unlock/lock button a few times. That
should freak her out enough that she'll get all wide-eyed and soil
herself. Muhahahaha!!!
(Note to self: never buy a used car ever again.)
-JD
ROFL! After she gets in, hit the unlock/lock button a few times. That
should freak her out enough that she'll get all wide-eyed and soil
herself. Muhahahaha!!!
(Note to self: never buy a used car ever again.)
-JD
