A grab bag sampler of The Raptor's misadventures
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From: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
I used to be night crew for CVS Pharmacy back in High School...it was ridiculous...... Bring on the Corvair stories! My mom loved hers...until she hit a bridge with it....lol.....
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From: La Crescenta, CA
The luggage compartment lid (like a hood) flew up then off on the freeway and sailed neatly through the passenger side windshield of a moving van in back of me. (The moving van driver was freaked.)
The front end would start shaking uncontrollably for no apparent reason and I'd have to hit the brakes hard.
The steering would come loose from the steering box and I could spin the steering wheel with the car going in a straight line.
All the wiring in the car caught on fire.
I had to take off the distributor cap and sand the points before I could start it up in the morning.
I went through about 15 batteries.
The brakes failed in an intersection and I T-boned a camper with two really old people in it, knocking it on its side. All their clothes, dishes, etc. flew out the back and into the street, only to get run over by heavy traffic.
I fried several clutches.
The mount holding the driver's seat broke, for no apparent reason, and It fell into the back seat with me on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel coming off (three times) for no apparent reason.
The distributor wires were forever popping off the spark plugs.
This doesn't count any of the stupid things I did to it as a kid, like spinning it out down a hill in the rain and into the mud, driving through the garage door drunk (twice), getting chased by the cops after a drag race and getting caught hiding under a pile of magazines.
Or the things that weren't my or its fault, like a lady losing control of her car and crashing into me in the rain, a motorcycle rear ending me and throwing the rider over my roof and hood (he wasn't seriously injured), a bus backing into me, a bag of cement getting dropped on the roof from the third floor of a construction project (fortunately it was parked).
The front end would start shaking uncontrollably for no apparent reason and I'd have to hit the brakes hard.
The steering would come loose from the steering box and I could spin the steering wheel with the car going in a straight line.
All the wiring in the car caught on fire.
I had to take off the distributor cap and sand the points before I could start it up in the morning.
I went through about 15 batteries.
The brakes failed in an intersection and I T-boned a camper with two really old people in it, knocking it on its side. All their clothes, dishes, etc. flew out the back and into the street, only to get run over by heavy traffic.
I fried several clutches.
The mount holding the driver's seat broke, for no apparent reason, and It fell into the back seat with me on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel coming off (three times) for no apparent reason.
The distributor wires were forever popping off the spark plugs.
This doesn't count any of the stupid things I did to it as a kid, like spinning it out down a hill in the rain and into the mud, driving through the garage door drunk (twice), getting chased by the cops after a drag race and getting caught hiding under a pile of magazines.
Or the things that weren't my or its fault, like a lady losing control of her car and crashing into me in the rain, a motorcycle rear ending me and throwing the rider over my roof and hood (he wasn't seriously injured), a bus backing into me, a bag of cement getting dropped on the roof from the third floor of a construction project (fortunately it was parked).
I knew there were reason we got along so well. 
