I drove an hour to a junkyard to see if they had the door I needed. They did, but they don't allow customers to take shit off themselves and now I've gotta wait for them to take it off, probably damage it in the process, then drive an hour there and back again to get it. The worst part is I can't figure out a way to work a-door-able into a sentence that doesn't seem forced.
I haven't actually gotten the car yet, but I have two headlights, a rear view mirror, an armrest, cupholders, and soon a door. Then on Thursday I'm gettin the actual car. So technically I'm building the car from scratch.
Meanwhile I've been reading about where they rust because everyone was saying they don't rust and I don't see any rust on it but there might be rust hiding inside the wheel wells that I'm nervous about because if so I'm not about to put money into doing rust repairs on a free butt car with 170k miles.
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There's not a woman hot enough in the world to sell a car with a straggy fr*nch name.
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Aaaaah, the French... car.
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Super Etendards and 205 GTIs are top cold war aesthetics- both of them aimed squarely at deliver a fat L to the Germans.
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I mean Cadillac is a fr☆nch name
The time has come for the Necromaster. The unleashing of the fourth joker's card. The arrival of The Great Milenko
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