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[09 Sep 2007|10:26pm] |
MY POOR MUSTANG! Jesus Christ, it's a fucking wreck and I'm so Goddamn pissed. Sure, the damages are only superficial, but if you had a brand new car it it gets dinged, wouldn't you be pretty damn irate with the world, too?
I take it in its first long distance drive, the hour and a half drive to Schenectady. Fifteen minutes in, an SUV in front of me kicks up a piece from a blown out tire thats littering the highway and it smacks RIGHT into my front bumper. Not only does the entire left half have this huge black rubber mark, but the plastic lip under it cracked.
That's not all. Five minutes later, I noticed the hood scoop lifting up. The genius' that put it on back in June applied it with 3M double sided tape, apparently an industry standard. It would've work if they guy that did it wasn't in a rush to go home or whateverthefuck. Anyway, I call my dad who's driving ahead of me and tell him if this thing flys up it's gonna crack my windshield. So we pull over, he gets out, and just rips the damn thing off my car! I toss it in the trunk and there's this nasty white square right on my damn hood.
It doesn't end there! When we get to the place he's buying, I look at my right rear tire and find a giant NAIL in it.
There's more to Schenectady, like the girls I managed to somehow attract, but I'm more pissed about my car than I'm pleased about the bitches. I'M GOING BACK TO FORD IN THE MORNING.
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