the “new” exploder
Has begun to be a bit long in the tooth. We bought a 2011 Escape for the Ogwife. And now i have the “Old” escape.
Im driving a Barbie car.
Wednesday 06 Aug 2014
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ROTF… ‘No’ comment…
Just don’t hit anything with it. It might look like a barbie car but the parts are all priced at Mercedes levels.
Paint it pink. Stick those dumbass eyelash things over the headlights. I dares ya!
/snark
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
It’s FWD, right?
I kid, I kid.
A little.
How old? I’ve got an ’09 that I rather like.
O1. Lemon yellow.
Oy.
I just bought myself a “new” ’77 Chevy G-20 Camper Van for, get this: Camping.
I’m too fargin’ old for pitching tents and digging pit latrines and that sort of stuff that was half the fun of camping ten or twenty years ago. Pulling off the road, flopping out the bed and going to sleep has it’s glories. I can wake up at O dark 30, boil water for a cuppa tea, load my pipe and smoke it while I sip the tea and no one bitches about it. When the sun comes up I can build a small fire in my portable fire pit, fry some eggs, and a potato, have some coffee and be on my way in an hour. Or I can do the cooking on the profane stove. I grew up with a Coleman Stove burning white gas, but profane has it’s place.
A “new” car is a matter of perspective.
With the van, goin’ fishing is a matter of parking, putting my sidearm on and grabbing some tackle. IF. I remember to park fairly close to the water. Goin’ hunting promises to be about that easy too.
Gerry N.
Partner bought a 2011 Escape to replace the pre depression era Exploder, which we’ll probably fix up and sell before it starts collecting graffiti. So far, he’s liking the Escape.