I sold a 1978 Caprice Classic to a friend for $75. The brakes would come and go and that was disclosed before the money exchanged hands. Magically, the brakes started working fine upon the transfer of the money and he would rip around town with amnesia about the brakes. I must have been in the sauce as I was riding shotgun when we pulled into his folks driveway when to his surprise, his right foot kept hitting the floor board as he pumped the brakes! The next thing I saw was the hood of the Caprice Classic going through the garage door in the detached garage. His Mom didn't have the reputation for being the most graceful lady I'd ever met. When she came home he got the butt chewing of his life. That led to us deciding we'd try our hand at garage door repair. The details are fuzzy, but I believe I had the spring wound up somehow and my hand slipped or the vise grips failed. The spring wound up and my buddies hand just happened to be between two of the doors. Not only did he destroy the garage door and get his butt chewed, he broke his hand. HA HA This was about par for my adventures with him. It was never dull!
Another friend would request the used lawn mower oil in our shed. As per usual with an old Chevy, his camaro marked its territory everywhere he went. It wasn't that long after he started feeding the old 305 black sludge that it started to smoke if memory serves me well.
The last one of the day! ha Another friend had an 1988 mustang with t-tops I believe. Well, every single door handle was broke inside and out. We were Bo and Luke Duke rain or shine! It wasn't long after this that he was thrown in the pokey for driving up the interstate ON THE WRONG SIDE!
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Todd
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