Y'all might get a laff outta this.
And no, before I go any further...I'd rather drive a 'ped any day, and fully intend to.
But anyhow, I bought a cage today, and whatta heap it is....
1989 Ford Tempo of Uncertain mileage, the Odom says 77000-plus, but the damn things broke so who the hell knows.
Well...it was $270+tx, title, tags...$29.00 fer insurance...so what the hell, right - not like it's gonna break my heart if I kill it or spill gas/oil all over the trunk carpet, since it's primary use is likely to be moped carrier anyhow.
$270 ? sheeeit, I've paid more than that for most mopeds I've owned!
Windshield cracked, four bald tires, no radio, brakes almost gone, needs total fluid flush&change, plugs, plug wires, distributor cap, air filter, doors kinda-sorta lock, 3 outta 4 anyhows, needs an alignment yesterday, exhaust hangin by a thread and lookin like rusty swiss cheese, rust-through in eight and more places, and one headlight nonfunctional and fulla water to boot....wow, it's a beaut, ain't it ?
Anyhow, if it died on us right away, it woulda went as a tax-deduction donation, for bluebook, so it was win-win on either front.
Me and my roomie (who still thinks we're all nutz, BTW) took bets on whether it would even make it from the auto lot to our parking lot, once we got a good look at it, and I was betting for (obviously).
I dubbed it the "HMS Rust Bucket", and given it's maroon-and-rust coloration, it's ironically appropriate.
Well, although it stalled out on idle a time or two, desperately needing new plugs and all - it not only made it back, but ran well enough to take it for a grocery and parts run.
Now...anyone wanna sell me a moped rack that might FIT on the back of an 89 Ford Tempo ?
Would be handy, that....but I'll just jam it in the trunk (yeah right!) or the back seat iff'n I hafta.
Fun fun fun...
Oh yeah, and pity the poor fool of the $30K SUV-Driver who thinks I should get out of my lane so he can have it...I damn near took one of those out earlier today by nearly sliding into him when he cut me off.
I guess it's a different story when their pretty, expensive toy might actually get HIT by someone who doesn't particularly care if their own car does...that dude seemed rather impatient to be away from my heap, the squealing tires as he fled quite convincing me he didn't want to play anymore.