Gas prices have made me drive a crummy car.
Because of the high price of gas and the difficulties of keeping a custom truck nice I have purchased my first beater. I have always driven nice cars and trucks, which is why I learned how to wrench in the first place. I picked up this fine 1988 Buick Century crap box from a friend and even though it looks like a speck of dirt on a pile of crap it is a nice car. It floats down the road like a mini Caddy and besides the little chirping noise coming from under the hood I really enjoy driving in it. The car blends into the crowd, not a soul looks at it when I drive by, so much in fact I feel like I’m hiding. I have even forgotten where I parked at the swap meet and had to ask the guy in the golf cart to drive me around to look. One of the best new experiences the poop machine has showed me is when a cop gets behind me and doesn’t pull me over. I have the Century to thank for that, Beaters rule!