Originally Posted by billybob_jcv
Hmm, The only problem is that I put 120+ miles a day on my car, so I would need a gas truck to follow me to work every day, and I would need an armored car to follow the gas truck so I could pay to fill up!
But, I would really love to have the Buick 401 nailhead motor that was in the '59 225. Those are such sweet engines!
Yeah, that's an issue, though I've seen them with more modern I6s and V8s transplanted into them. I know that kills some of their classic flavor, but it makes living with them a lot more bearable. If/when I get the Corniche, it's going to be a small-scale environmental disaster.
I know I'm going to want to drive it somewhat regularly, so will the Mrs, but at 8mpg it's a little silly. Neither one of us is what you'd call a hippie environmentalist, but still.
Originally Posted by warrenpchi
First, to get it out of the way, I think it's pretty awesome the way you talk about your wife. As a happily married man myself, I can identify quite a bit. It's plainly obvious - more than anything else - that she makes you happy. And that is a good, good thing. Also FWIW, with her personality being as you describe it, I highly doubt that she'd consider you (even if you had all the money in the world) if she didn't like you. BTW, in my mind I'm trying to merge the prim/proper act with flipping off of the Neon. Yeah you're right, completely incompatible.
Oh, I love her to death. She's also my best friend, and we can, and do, talk about anything. When my life flipped upside down, the inheritance thing, I didn't gain friends, I lost them. Many of the people I'd known for years, even decades, turned predatory and started to act like they were entitled to me fulfilling their wildest dreams. When it became apparent that I wasn't going to do that, they became angry, even hostile. Sure, I'd pickup the dinner tab or get them something cool for Christmas, but I wasn't going to pay off their debts or hand out wads of cash. I didn't turn into Bill Gates or Warren Buffet, but in their eyes I was close enough. And most women I dated... let's just say it was like swimming around the Great Barrier Reef while bleeding. It made me kinda paranoid.
I had a habit of spending a good bit of time at the college library; one, because it was semi-social, yet peaceful, and two, because it was a good place to meet more cerebral women, this included a smokin' hot blonde who worked there (out of my league), amazing bum. I talked with her a little, usually about books and school. She was funny, smart, sort of crude, and obviously struggling to stay afloat but kept on going. Suffice it to say, I liked her. Anyhow, as I said, she was struggling, she didn't say anything to me about it, but I overheard her tell one of the girls she worked with that she'd spent all her food money that month on a vet trip and meds for her cat. Sooo, I was sneaky and found out her schedule, and ordered; pizza, Chinese, subs, pretty much anything that could be delivered, and had lunch anonymously sent to her on the days she worked. I kept that going for a couple months. Yeah, the retirement left me with time on my hands, but it was fun. Then I thought it over and stepped it up a notch, and well, I anonymously setup a literary scholarship, for her.
It wasn't huge, I didn't want to draw outside attention, but it was enough to help. Later on she mentioned it to me in conversation, the whole thing, saying it was like Oliver Twist, because she was an orphan too. How she felt she had a guardian angel, she liked it even if it unnerved her a little. Well, I thought I had been smooth, but during the talk I suppose I underplayed my hand. When I returned to the library a couple days later, the jig was up, I'd underestimated her and she'd sorted it out based on our talks. Trying to deny it would have been stupid, so I fessed up. She wasn't mad, she'd figured out that I hadn't done it in expectation, so she mostly wanted to know why. I was caught flat-footed, and I wasn't trying to be slick, I just said "because if I'd asked, you might have said no". So, anyway, I guess I done good, she ended up asking me out to dinner. Shocked me, I'll tell ya. We go places and young "studs" are like, "WTF? How'd he
Actually, there are two words I can think of for that scenario. Ironically they are both sexual organs - albeit from two different genders. Im guessing she used the more masculine of the two as she was talking about a guy.
Hey Mupps, if you're reading this, check that out! I even think dirty on a non-sexist level. Beat that with a stick!
Actually, she used the 4-letter one that's a more feminine reference. She doesn't use it much, but it is something she'll unleash if she's really mad at someone. I don't want to give the wrong impression, she isn't swearing every breath, far from it, but she definitely isn't afraid to uncork them when the situation calls for them (I'm not either, for that matter).
LOL, I was actually thinking of going further than just mechanical upgrades. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted to have all the panels redone in fiberglass to shed weight. A friend of mine asked why I didn't just get a Prius if I wanted to save on fuel. I kindly asked that friend to NOT give me anymore advice about cars.
Nah, stick with steel. Frankly, I'd just change the suspension, brakes, radiator, and get a solid used 289 dropped in. Would be a fine thing.