the brakes are shot on my mom's 2000 chevy tahoe, my brother in-law and i are changing them saturday, because of this, she has been driving my grandmother's 1994 Buick Park Avenue for the past 2 days, she got her beater-daily commuting car today: a 1986 Oldsmobile Cutlass Cierra
(she's put 45K miles on the tahoe going to and from work this year and needed a piece of **** before the tahoe rolls over and dies with her still oweing $8,000 on it.)
well, now that we have the beater, she doesn't need my grandmother's car. So she had me drive the Olds and her in the Buick, we drove to my grannies so my mom could give her the car back and we could drive home.. here's the kill.
Driving out of the neighborhood i went really slow, the Olds is the worst car I've ever drove, i ****ed around with the radio for about 3 minutes before I assumed it didn't work (which was recomfirmed later) my mom was in front of me, when she pulled out of the neighborhood she got onto 240 North, a country road where the speed limit is 40 but it's never patrolled (seen probably 6 cops on it in the past 15 years) and everyone does about 60 on it. My mom was going 55 and I decide "what the ****"
so I punch it, it makes no difference, i wonder to myself, "what the ****?" i look at the tach and it's broken (i assume, ...unless I am redlining the olds. at 12,000 RPMS
I hit the steering wheel with my hand in a fit of rage thinking "god this car blows ***" and it was like Vin Diesel in the fast and the furious, i sorta got thrown into the back of my seat (not really but it did
I hoofed it up to about 75 and passed my mom, then i got her up to 83ish and decided to let off cause
1. that's 43 mph over the speedlimit
2. my turn is comming up in less than a mile
3. i had my fun
4. it's a piece of **** car and could blow up for all i know
Yeah, that was a good kill :p