Car got keyed
Joined: Apr 2002
Posts: 15,342
Likes: 103
From: Raleigh
Registered User
Joined: Jun 2010
Posts: 14,697
Likes: 1
From: Toronto
. Unless you were asking for one, which I somehow think you were
Joined: Jul 2001
Posts: 59,376
Likes: 1,618
From: La Crescenta, CA
Nothing, nothing can touch my high school car, a red 62 Corvair Monza:
The hood (actually luggage compartment lid) flew off on the freeway and sailed neatly through the passenger side of the windshield of a moving van behind me. A few feet to the left and the driver would have been decapitated.
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 on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel came 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 hood (actually luggage compartment lid) flew off on the freeway and sailed neatly through the passenger side of the windshield of a moving van behind me. A few feet to the left and the driver would have been decapitated.
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 on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel came 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).
Thread Starter
Registered User
Joined: Aug 2011
Posts: 20
Likes: 0
Nothing, nothing can touch my high school car, a red 62 Corvair Monza:
The hood (actually luggage compartment lid) flew off on the freeway and sailed neatly through the passenger side of the windshield of a moving van behind me. A few feet to the left and the driver would have been decapitated.
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 on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel came 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 hood (actually luggage compartment lid) flew off on the freeway and sailed neatly through the passenger side of the windshield of a moving van behind me. A few feet to the left and the driver would have been decapitated.
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 on the freeway.
The engine caught on fire twice because the carburetors were flooding with gas.
A wheel came 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).
Registered User
Joined: Jun 2010
Posts: 2,807
Likes: 0
From: Melbourne
Stop being so harsh on the poor kid 
Protip: don't drive your BMW or S2000 to school. People get jealous easy. Jealousy turns into spite and spite turns into action. Get a beater. Problem solved.
Protip: don't drive your BMW or S2000 to school. People get jealous easy. Jealousy turns into spite and spite turns into action. Get a beater. Problem solved.
Registered User
Joined: Sep 2006
Posts: 2,440
Likes: 1
From: NORCAL
Joined: Jul 2001
Posts: 59,376
Likes: 1,618
From: La Crescenta, CA
Originally Posted by S2020' timestamp='1321307437' post='21155815
I had a Huffy.
Worked at Baskin Robbins for 1.5 years to save up for a Sentra for college. Damn, that was long ago. Getting nostalgic typing this.
Worked at Baskin Robbins for 1.5 years to save up for a Sentra for college. Damn, that was long ago. Getting nostalgic typing this.
Joined: Apr 2007
Posts: 879
Likes: 1
From: Rockford illinois/Las Vegas
LOL love it! This post completely changed the direction of the thread
To add, I was rocking a seat on a 30 foot bus for 4 years YEAH SON!
O.P. you gotta know better. You are in a car that highchool kids... Well, don't own and really shouldn't be driving to school.
They are in a category of "should be on full coverage at all times" if you really want to keep them nice. I haven't heard of an NSX on liability before nor parked in a highschool parking lot, but you're looking at a different owner age group and financial standing. Think of the same for the BMW and the S, people should have jobs that own these cars. Im not blaming you for this, but this is one reason why the value of the S and Z3 are depreciating.
If you can't afford to fix it, try fixing it yourself. There are DIY's and the wash and wax threads should be able to help.