Writer's Block: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

[apocalypsos]

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Okay, so I've named three of my cars. My first car, which I got for my 16th birthday, was the POS. It was a brown Pontiac Sunfire (Sunbird? Can't recall which) that was incredibly rusty around the trunk latch. It looked like a POS, which is almost hilarious considering it ran better than any other car I've ever had.

The car I got right before I moved to DC was Paco the Corsican Pimp. Paco, because that was what my brother named it (Paco was his Spanish-class name), Corsican because it was a Chevy Corsica, and Pimp because it liked to fuck with me and take all of my money. (It broke down more than a few times, needed expensive work every time it got inspected, got towed, and attracted parking tickets like flies.)

Aaaand the one I have now is Jane You Ignorant Slut, because she has no goddamn idea of the shit she puts me through trying to keep her going.

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I was going to edit my Big Bang this morning but I got distracted by something else as per usual. However, I did get my apocalyptothon assignment done, so if anybody wants to look it over for me, I can send it out tonight for beta.

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[deannawol.livejournal.com]

I had Sandy - she was a pretty, pretty priss of a car, small and neat, a 2000 Ford Fiesta

Then Princess - another priss of a car who throws strops at the worst times, a 2006 Chevrolet Lacetti.

Beast was my first company car - huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge black, intimidating 2005 Ford Mondeo saloon. God he could move and scare cars just by appearing in their rear view mirror. I do miss him but at least my current cars fit into parking spaces.

Finally Lady, who is a pretty car who is very proper. You have to do things in a very precise order otherwise she's rather upset with you. She's a 2009 Ford Focus.

[eleigh.livejournal.com]

My first car, purchased by my dad when I was 16, was affectionately called the Shitmobile because it was a brown 1986 Toyota Camry. Oddly enough, the best car I've ever had. The only thing that went wrong with it was the alternator going out that my dad got replaced on the cheap. That is, until my sister wrecked it.

The second car was the POS. A 1994 Chevy Cavalier. I had it in college, through grad school, and until last year. It died frequently, wouldn't start if I ran quick errands until I let it sit for a few minutes, had no AC, no radio, and I couldn't roll the windows all the way down. It made me replace the belt, water pump, and battery all within a 2 month period. And then it died an inglorious death a month later.

My current car is an inherited Jeep Grand Cherokee. Oh it has all the fancy bells and whistles. 2 days after I inherited it I also had to replace the radiator. 2 weeks after that I had to replace all the brakes. A week after that I had to replace the plugs and a cap thingy. Currently it makes an interesting sound when it starts but it starts so I'm letting it lie. I haven't come up with a name for it yet except maybe Money Pit. If I didn't know better I'd say my aunt hated me which is why she left it to me.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Dude, I had a Corsican Pimp for about six months until the engine ate itself. What is up with those things? (This was after I had the alternator rebuilt in the first month. Bad call, that, I should have taken it back under Texas's lemon law.)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Paco the Corsican Pimp is actually getting one hell of a fight for worst car ever from Jane You Ignorant Slut and her stupid blown transmission.