The Death Trap

I've written about my car before, but this may be the last time. For those of you who haven't been paying attention to those times, it's a 1985 Chevy Blazer- older than me (for those of you who are good at math, you can probably guess my age- somewhere between 16 and 24.  Don't worry, I'm not jail bait for those who are interested.)

My car has various names- Old Sparky, or The Death Trap, and while nobody has died riding in it yet, I wouldn't say that it's not a possibility.  I mean, when the passenger door lock was broken and wouldn't let the door open would probably cause problems if there was like, I don't know, a fire or something and my passenger(s) couldn't escape.  But it didn't and that's what counts.

This could happen too.

Earlier this week it decided to take another crap on me, this time my ignition.  Unless I somehow figure out how to hot-wire it, I won't be going anywhere.  And since I'm going off to college at the end of the summer, this would be bad.  Being three hours away, it would suck being broken down in the middle of the mountains trying to get home (not that coming home to visit my mom interests me.)  So my mom and grandpa want me to get a new car.  But I love my car too much!

My car is like my friend, who I would also be leaving behind when I go off to college.  My friend and my car are pretty much exactly alike.  So it blows hot air and makes loud noises constantly, and has a tendency to just give up whenever, but my car has just as much sentimental value too.  It's like getting a new, quiet, clean running, fuel efficient, better looking (and probably Asian) friend that won't cost me a bunch of money in the future.  But it would just seem so weird getting to know someone new.  Oh ya, and you have to pay a shit ton for a good car.  Go figure.

5 Response to "The Death Trap"

  1. Lemons Don't Make Lemonade July 14, 2011 at 4:28 AM
    An Asian friend sounds good.

    But don't get a Chinese one.

    Oh, and RIP, Chevy.
  2. Byakuya July 14, 2011 at 5:11 AM
    You'll grow to love your new friend just like the old one.

    Did I say friend? I meant car =D

    Just buy something with good mileage and scoff at whomever wastes more fuel than you
  3. Zombie July 14, 2011 at 6:01 AM
    Those damn things were dangerous as a kid! lol.
  4. Anonymous July 14, 2011 at 10:57 PM
    Im not sure if I like being compared with "Old Sparky."

    "My friend and my car are pretty much exactly alike. So it blows hot air and makes loud noises constantly, and has a tendency to just give up whenever."

  5. MRanthrope July 15, 2011 at 11:23 AM
    I used to drive an 87 honda civic. I called it the shitbox and and much of a hassle it was driving that no airconditioning, stuck window, messed up bumper broken radio pile of crap, I secretly loved it. It was like a giant bumper car only I could control and the freeing feeling of not giving a fuck about your automobile is something I generally miss.

    I upgraded to a "newer" car but even now that one is approaching the 10 year mark and is almost ready to be call the shit box 2.0

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