My buddy Steve showed up and used his Chrysler mini van with plastic bumpers to push that old Chevy around , backwards, forwards, into the drive way and into the garage head first where I can jack the fucker up and get under it.
Bonus, he is the shit, he brought me some jack stands too.
Double bonus points, my buddy and his partner in crime Tim showed up to make sure it happened.
Thank you very much fella’s.
It’s nosed in so I can get to the wiring and the starter and I didn’t have to have everyone and their
niece go out in the street and get the fucker in the garage again.
You would think I could write myself a note not to drive the bastard, now I don’t need one.
My pal is upset that I let myself talk him out of this thing.
He is upset I have so many problems.
I am a big boy and I knew what I was getting into.
Imagine an old Chevy that gets twice the mileage of my old Ford, drives like a car instead of a tank and still goes like a scalded cat.
Yes, I am a stubborn fucker, my wife still hates the ugly bastard but it is beyond the point of no return now.
I have way too much into it now, which is typical of my narrow ass but I actually like driving it when it works.
I WILL, fix this ugly old fucker and I Will enjoy it, eventually.