Neanderpundit

The last things I had to do were to put the radiator guard and the fuel tank skidplate back in place, and I got that handled this morning. And then took ‘er out for a ride.

I’m not gentle to cars. The Exploder has been used, and not used gently. And today I took it through it’s paces- certainly, not the kind of rockcrawling nastiness that Dick does to a vehicle, but I picked a wheel up here and there.

And everything seems to be fine. I’m tickled. And though it needs a cleaning, it’s good to have her home.

In an automobile accident, there are three collisions.

The first occurs when the vehicle hits the other vehicle- or an inanimate object. THis is the most violent, and causes the most visible harm.

The second occurs when the occupants of the vehicle hit the inside of the vehicle, which rarely causes any harm to the vehicle, but which can be brutal to the occupants.

The third is when the occupant’s internal organs hit the insides of their body cavities. This is usually what is fatal, and it often causes malingering damage.

Mark Alger’s real-life daughter and granddaughter were in what can only be described as a horrible accident. Go see the car here.

In 1979 I got in an accident with my 69 Chevy Impala. It was horrible, and I don’t want to talk about it right now.

But the car saved my life, like SWMBO’s Daughter’s car did her’s.

The day after the accident, bruised and still bleeding a bit, I rode with Dad to the yard to see the car. Or what was left of it. Scared the crap out of me to see what I’d walked away from. Still does. It was really horrible.

The key had broken off in the ignition and was laying on what was left of the floor. I unwound the broken key off the ring and put it in my pocket. It’s in my nightstand now, a memory of a vehicle that sacrificed it’s life that I would live.

I have always had attachments to vehicles, and this is one of the reasons why.

yesterday, on my way into work, I noticed the Fucktard of the Month, right in front of me!

Mr Olds Bravada was in the 294/88 exit, which is two lanes all the way to the end, where it goes to one lane.

he was weaving back and forth so that nobody could get in front of him. Convinced that this somehow helped. When the lane finally narrowed to one he blasted forward and dodged between cars so he could go to the first empty toll lane. And then he drove liek an ass all the way to his office.

Which was RIGHT NEXT DOOR to MY office.

An incredibly busy parking lot. Packed full. And no video surveillance. So the poor guy will never be able to find out who unscrewed his valve stem cores, leaving all four tires and spares flat. In 9 degree weather. How inconvenient for him.