While stationed in Calyfernia, I had an ancient Honda Civic 1200 with faded light blue paint, one brown fender and Tennessee tags.
I could get away with murder in traffic; those people wouldn’t put their Baby Beemers within yards of me.
I had a standoff at the queues for bridge tolls with a twat in a shiny Boxster. He really really wanted my lane and pushed for about half a mile but eventually did give up when my twenty year old Citroen XM didn’t budge. It may also have helped when I told him that my son and then DIL were in the car behind, watching everything he did . . .
Laugh? We nearly shat.
It wasn’t until relatively recently that I haven’t had a beater to drive. The wife would have the nice car, me? Junk.
Probably the most terrifying car to those around me was a ’73 cutlass my sister’s boyfriend gave me when they moved to California. Rusted all over, I painted it with rustoleam. I didn’t care. It was a great car, reliable has hell.
There’s power in driving a car that cost less than it would cost to fix a scratch on theirs.
It’s sad how the beater market has inflated. You can’t touch one for under a couple grand and they are far more beat than back in the day. The under a grand ones are basket cases.
I had a ’57 Chebby. I didn’t fear ANYbody!
While stationed in Calyfernia, I had an ancient Honda Civic 1200 with faded light blue paint, one brown fender and Tennessee tags.
I could get away with murder in traffic; those people wouldn’t put their Baby Beemers within yards of me.
I had a standoff at the queues for bridge tolls with a twat in a shiny Boxster. He really really wanted my lane and pushed for about half a mile but eventually did give up when my twenty year old Citroen XM didn’t budge. It may also have helped when I told him that my son and then DIL were in the car behind, watching everything he did . . .
Laugh? We nearly shat.
It wasn’t until relatively recently that I haven’t had a beater to drive. The wife would have the nice car, me? Junk.
Probably the most terrifying car to those around me was a ’73 cutlass my sister’s boyfriend gave me when they moved to California. Rusted all over, I painted it with rustoleam. I didn’t care. It was a great car, reliable has hell.
There’s power in driving a car that cost less than it would cost to fix a scratch on theirs.
It’s sad how the beater market has inflated. You can’t touch one for under a couple grand and they are far more beat than back in the day. The under a grand ones are basket cases.
Will be laughing all day at that.