Q of the day – beater wheels
Kate and I were watching Pimp My Ride tonight, and this poor guy had a piece of sh*t ’68 Cougar that had no hood, no working turn signals or brake lights. The best part of it all is that it took a three-step process to start the damn thing — key in the ignition, press some sort of start button, and then he had to get out of the car with a wire to jump the engine.
Jeezus – I don’t see how this crapper was on the road. Doesn’t California have any inspection laws?
Anyway, the Q of the day — what beater wheels have you owned/driven?
Mine was a 1973 Ford Pinto station wagon. That was the car I learned to drive on back in the day. Oh so sh*tty – it shook uncontrollably when you “floored it” up to 55 mph. Bucket vinyl seats that scorched your ass in the summer. No A/C. Not that the engine could have handled A/C; it probably would have required you to put your feet down like Fred Flintstone and pedi-power it up a hill.
Quality Is Job One.
This car was such a beater that one day (we were living in Brooklyn at the time – late 70s), I came out to go to the store, got in the car and turned the key…nothing. I tried again…nothing. I got out of the car and popped the hood. Someone had stolen the battery. Not the car, the battery.
The Pinto wagon’s only saving grace was that the model wasn’t the explosive variety. That lucky model was the Pinto hatchback:
See video of the crash test here.