Post by AuroraGirlFromMars on Apr 12, 2020 19:35:29 GMT -6
I miss F-wordFace(Thats the censored version of the name i gave her).
Im not sure why. That was the most problematic car id ever owned in my life. and Ive owned quite a few.
It was nonstop issues, burned so much oil, had a trans that decided it didnt want to lockup unless it was warmed up for 20 minutes before a drive in the cold.
It leaked oil from both valve covers, the one i just ignored because screw that.
It had trim pieces with broken tabs, seats with cracks because the PO had a dog that clearly favored the center. The console lid was broken. The cupholders wouldnt stay in. The glovebox light dangled. The sunroof literally leaked gallons of water into the compartment which caused a standing body of water to form. It had broken plastic all over. It had a broken bumper. Its headlights were foggy and brittle. ItIt had the lived in signs of a 16 year old white boy named kyle. I definitely had more sex in it than said kyle(TMI, but about 14 times in 2 years). It had a check engine light for stuff I wasnt gonna fix. Found out the cluster has soldered bulbs(what gives gm, i wanted to pull the CEL bulb). It had a power steering return line that was designed in hell for its prisonsers deemed unfit for hell. It had 3 wood screws in the oil filter cap because it decided it was gonna stick so hard that it would shear the cap socket, my bad. At least it didnt leak???. It covered me in motor oil when I had to do the oil pan, because it keeps a generous supply of oil after draining it out. It decided to have proprietary muffler shape and size that require expensive aftermarket. It decided valves dont need to be *that* sealed. It decided that power steering pumps need to be convoluted and leak at the bearing straight into my eye. It decided an alternator had to be a 4 hour job.
It decided that it was gonna teach a young girl how to fix a steaming pile while she showed unconditional love for some reason.
And it decided she was gonna miss the hell out of it when she decided oil pressure was optional. ;(
But, I needed it. It taught me a lot about cars that people pay to get taught in schools for. It also showed me how the quality of previous ownership plays a large role in todays survivors. The old coot who never changed her oil in Florida and the saucy boy Kyle who came before me taught me how important maintenance and caring is. Because despite that being the most gremlined of cars ive owned, it was also the 2nd fastest(1999 park avenue wins out a tiny bit) and most fun ive had in a car. It provided a very comfortable experience in a more mid-size car. And it allowed me to be the most unique, rare car in high school. Also helped me win some illegal street racing because it doesnt *look* fast, lets be real.
Id like to get another 2g one day. Not rn, I couldnt appreciate it and it would sit. But one day, maybe.
Im not sure why. That was the most problematic car id ever owned in my life. and Ive owned quite a few.
It was nonstop issues, burned so much oil, had a trans that decided it didnt want to lockup unless it was warmed up for 20 minutes before a drive in the cold.
It leaked oil from both valve covers, the one i just ignored because screw that.
It had trim pieces with broken tabs, seats with cracks because the PO had a dog that clearly favored the center. The console lid was broken. The cupholders wouldnt stay in. The glovebox light dangled. The sunroof literally leaked gallons of water into the compartment which caused a standing body of water to form. It had broken plastic all over. It had a broken bumper. Its headlights were foggy and brittle. ItIt had the lived in signs of a 16 year old white boy named kyle. I definitely had more sex in it than said kyle(TMI, but about 14 times in 2 years). It had a check engine light for stuff I wasnt gonna fix. Found out the cluster has soldered bulbs(what gives gm, i wanted to pull the CEL bulb). It had a power steering return line that was designed in hell for its prisonsers deemed unfit for hell. It had 3 wood screws in the oil filter cap because it decided it was gonna stick so hard that it would shear the cap socket, my bad. At least it didnt leak???. It covered me in motor oil when I had to do the oil pan, because it keeps a generous supply of oil after draining it out. It decided to have proprietary muffler shape and size that require expensive aftermarket. It decided valves dont need to be *that* sealed. It decided that power steering pumps need to be convoluted and leak at the bearing straight into my eye. It decided an alternator had to be a 4 hour job.
It decided that it was gonna teach a young girl how to fix a steaming pile while she showed unconditional love for some reason.
And it decided she was gonna miss the hell out of it when she decided oil pressure was optional. ;(
But, I needed it. It taught me a lot about cars that people pay to get taught in schools for. It also showed me how the quality of previous ownership plays a large role in todays survivors. The old coot who never changed her oil in Florida and the saucy boy Kyle who came before me taught me how important maintenance and caring is. Because despite that being the most gremlined of cars ive owned, it was also the 2nd fastest(1999 park avenue wins out a tiny bit) and most fun ive had in a car. It provided a very comfortable experience in a more mid-size car. And it allowed me to be the most unique, rare car in high school. Also helped me win some illegal street racing because it doesnt *look* fast, lets be real.
Id like to get another 2g one day. Not rn, I couldnt appreciate it and it would sit. But one day, maybe.
