Gear Heads....I gotta know!

Quick · Jun 15, 2009

MotherMopar said: ↑

I couldn't agree more... except Data wasn't a prick.
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This epic poem would make Homer's Iliade look curt.
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MotherMopar said: ↑

My story: I started wrenching in 2007 when I got my Charger. Did an oil change (supervised by Rick) and helped Adam, John and Ralph put my KW's on (read: stood by, watched and lifted shit).

My story couldn't be any different than many I've read. I grew up in a transition neighborhood/suburb of Buffalo, NY; a working-class/middle-class upbringing where the local pizza shop was simply named "Luigi's" (and run by a 70 year old Italian immigrant of the same name, who no matter what you ordered would tell you that it'd be ready in "twenee minnis"); where fast cars were secondary to 4x4's, and we'd chase kids from outside neighborhoods the fuck outta our piece of Western NY heaven, just because. Where going into South Buffalo as a teen meant you best be wearing your Irish colors or else! We were never poor, but I was never spoiled... my Dad worked too hard and too long to let either of those things happen to us (he was poor as a kid and wouldn't let us befall the same fate - later, his taking jobs in factories would prove to be causative in his cancer which later killed him). So, considering the work he did, he pressured me into formal education. He always said "be able to do shit yourself, but damn it, get yourself a job where you can pay someone to do the work you can't". He didn't want me to go through what he did... he made me learn his life lessons. So, I can do the basics around the house, with the car, etc... I've cleaned up scrap wood, used a shovel, and the like, but my car knowledge ends there. I CAN however shoot the balls off a fly with a pistol, write a 50 page scholarly article and spy on your ass for weeks on end without you knowing it! LMAO!!! *evil snicker*

Things were different back in Buffalo, NY... at least at the time I was young. The local mafia (Montana's) still ran most of the Unions and Italian restaurants (yes, even 20+ years after the Apalachia Meeting) and "Respect" was still important. Anyway, some local garages were trustworthy and my Dad grew up with many of these guys; so, they'd fix the cars if there was a problem we (my Dad) couldn't handle. We knew we were getting a fair shake because if they fucked us, my Dad and/or older brother would've beat the shit out of the pricks (that's no lie) and folks knew it. That's just how it was in a working-class section of a NY city. You could rely on the right folks to do the right thing for a fair price... no problemas.

My first car was a beat down hand-down 1985 AND 1/2 Ford Escort Wagon. Canyon Red with Canyon Red interior! WOOHOO! The rear hatch wouldn't stay shut, so I wrapped a bungy cord around the front passenger headrest and attached it to the rear hatch. A real nice fix for a winter drive in Buffalo! LMAO!!!
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Did you even read the title...:whistle:

MotherMopar · Jun 15, 2009

Quick said: ↑

Did you even read the title...:whistle:
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PRICK! LMAO!

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