My old cars had huge, gas guzzling V-8's in them and still room enough I could almost crawl under the hoods with the damn engines! There was room all the way around the engine block to put both arms with tools. Everything that I needed to do or was skilled enough to do was right there in front of me and identifiable.
I could have changed the points and plugs, air filter and a radiator hose almost in the time that it took me to change that f*ucking light bulb for the Nissan. Doing your own tune-ups was a piece of cake. A simple tune-up could be done by a rank amateur such as myself in less that one lousy hour. Now it takes 10 minutes just to locate a goddamn air filter. It's like, "...what the f*uck is that? Hmmm, must be the battery. No wait it's too small."
I'd rather have my old Camaro or Mustang. I could work on them myself. It was just fun. I'd get them running as good as I could from my driveway, and then I'd blow about 10 gallons of gas through their asses in minutes with my torrid driving! I'd go from a stop in a quiet neighborhood to about 50 mph in one block...wake up f*uckers! Yep, she's running really well now. Then I'd pull them back in the driveway and park them until next time.
Those old buckets didn't last long though. They'd make about 60,000 miles. That's about it. They rusted because they were made of steel-not rubber and fiberglass or plastic. Most of the tires would only last about 25,000 miles or so. I don't think that was really because of shitty tires. The batteries in them? Hell the batteries may not last 18 months from being new, but they were identifiable. You even had to add water to them on occasion. Shit imagine that.
Oh well time moves forward and so must I. Hell if I didn't then who would replace the next goddamn burned out headlight in that f*ucking Altima? I'd still just rather put a fuel pump on a '70 Camaro-Don.
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Reading your post makes me appreciate my old 79 F-150 a little bit more
I got a recall on the ignition lock for my nissan murano, you wanna change that out for me! ;)
sorry I haven't been to your blog lately, your feed isn't showing up in Google reader for some reason. I'll have to re-follow/re-subscribe I think and see if that gets it working again.
lot2learn: Yes those old rattle traps had their glory days for sure.
Chat Blanc: Damn feeds...just like friggin' Nissan headlights.
67 Mustang: Open the hood, an engine two radiator hoses, gas line, and battery cables.
06 Pontiac: Open the hood... I think that's the engine... no wait that's just a plastic cover of some kind... there has to be a battery here somewhere.... Aha! a dipstick! for the transmission?
Times change... dammit.
I remember my Supra dropped in value to about $0 because its computer failed and would cost about 3 times the value of the car to replace.
There was nothing wrong with its engine or wheels (you know, those things that used to be important on a car?)
Did Fangio need a computer to win at Le Mans? No he ruddy didn't!
Dan Brantley: '66 Mustang and '70 Camaro here...still can't figure out how to get the belt of this Nissan!
Tiggy: Even NASCAR uses a full size tire for a spare...Lol.
Maybe it's takes a little long in a Nissan because you don't have to change stuff that often on them.So it really adds up to the same amount of an American made car ,that you have to change something every time you turn around.
Signed,
A previous Suburban owner,and now a owner of a Nissan Armada.
The problem, Don, is that you are not Asian. Your hands are too big. Your limited western mind does not have the capacity to appreciate the zen qualities of your engine compartment.
Your distaste for Asian technology is, therefore, totally racist. Remember, you can't call me one back because I called you one first. Rules are rules.
Under the rules of blog posting, you now have to attend a diversity training workshop for your sins.
You still won't be able to fix your car, but you will be a better, more tolerant person who will vote for the right people. A person who happily pays the dealer to replace his light bulb next time.
Your sincerely,
The Blog Police Borg
Hell, Don, you could probably fit my whole car in the engine compartment of the '75 LTD I used to drive.
Hell I had some bloody knuckles and higher blood pressure from changing a bulb in a Saturn lately so I understand the PITA factor
Two Feet: New sneakers every couple of years.
My son Dude-Man has a 1999 Altima. "Check Engine" light comes on every time he gets gas, goes out the next day. We didn't even pay extra for that feature.
Blog looks good, Don! Of course, I thought it looked good before, so what do I know?
It once took me forever to find out there was nothing the matter with my car except for one little teeny-tiny fuse. I swear it's just a conspiracy to force all of us to hire professional help! :(
Thinkinfyou: Maybe you're right to look at it that way. I'd still rather change a fuel pump in my old car than another headlight in that Nissan. The payoff is greater.
Liberal Apologist: Well certainly I don't want to break rules. Ok I won't call you anything.
Da Old Man: My dad had an LTD. A '70 I think. I totaled it for him. I was good at that. Point noted however. They were easy to get into for sure.
Dave: Yup. Ain't it a real fucking and frustrating ordeal? If I were changing out the engine it'd be different.
Deb: Thanks about blog comment, and I go through shoes like crazy. I do a lot of walking for sure.
AngieSS: I know people that agree with you that there's a damned conspiracy. Note: the last 6 letters of conspiracy spell piracy.
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