EDIT: Well,
LVP has pointed out something - it depends on how you searched for your "first post"!
1) I UTFSF'd where Search for Author = Arson Smith, and at the bottom of the last page I got this:
Arson Smith wrote:OK, I gots to chime in on this one...
First car I ever owned... a 1980 Chevy Monza that I bought sometime in 1991 or so in Champaign, IL for like $500. At first, the car seemed like it ran fairly good. You had to laugh though at the flat rust-red paint with the white Starsky & Hutch stripe that run across one side up over the roof and back down the other side though...
This was my first and last experience with a 'stick', for a two reasons
(You can give me all that bull you want to about how automatics suck, but I simply don't' care)
#1) For some reason the damn clutch cable would break ALL the time... must have replaced 3 of those within a year or so... the last time the cable broke on me, the mechanic told me he flat-out could not put another one in because there was nothing left to attach it to (?) due to excessive rusting of the firewall or somesuch. I finally found another mechanic about 30-45 minutes south of Urbana who just welded a massive hunk of metal in there and fixed the cable up again. The drive out there involved my friend Ray driving behind me and every time I absolutely HAD to come to a full stop (red light or stop sign with opposing traffic) Ray would have to push my car with his until I could jam the fucker into gear again. That was a tedious drive.
#2) What truly cemented my negative opinion about the manual transmission though was the first time ever I was fortunate enough to be with a young lady who wanted to orally pleasure me while I drove. Well Jesus we were in the city and you just can't "maintain" when you have stoplights and stop signs every fucking block! It worked out OK for everyone in the long run, as I took my frustration out on her in a manner that she truly enjoyed once we got home, but still... I knew then and there that I would NEVER own a shitbeast 'stick' again. When your transmission choice gets in the way of your headjob... then you know your priorities are all fucked.
I hated this car so much that I literally gave it away. I was getting ready to move out of state that summer and a gas-station co-worker who never ever had 2 cents to her name expressed interest in it. I signed the title to her right then and there and said "Enjoy." She insisted on taking my new address and promised to send me "a little bit each paycheck" but I never got any $$$ from her (I already knew I wouldn't when I gave it to her) and I still really didn't care (I bask in the confidence that the karma of the clutch cable caught up to her) and this was back when even a hundred bucks or so would have meant a lot to me (DID I MENTION THAT THE CAR INTERFERED WITH ME GETTING BLOWN?) Yeah, I hated it that much.
2)
I clicked on my profile, and then "
Find all posts by Arson Smith", and at the bottom of the
last page I got this:
Arson Smith wrote:MIKE: Didn't you get our message? Neil, why didn't you phone our message?!
GUARD: [checks clipboard] We did get a message, yes..."Beep beep beep, oh no heavy, the coins keep comin' out, beep beep beep, even the telephone hates me, beep beep beep, I wish there were no machines, and everyone led a pastoral existence, trees and flowers don't deliberately cool you out and go beep in your ear."
NEIL: Yeah, that's the message, didn't you get it?
So what I'm sayin' is... serious NOT CRAP.
