If I had pretty much any car, I'd think it was cool. I'm not driving age though, so its a moot point.
I. Fucking. Hate. You.demoman_chaos said:I love my car more than my little sister.
You would too if you were behind the wheel of a 1977 Cadillac El Dorado with power windows, power locks, climate control, crusie control. AM/FM radio, factory CB radio (The thing truckers use), 425 cui V8 (7.0 liter), all original down to the spark plugs, near flawless interior, 0 rust, only minor paint blemishes, and vinyl top.
The Caddy isn't all its cracked up to be. Its VERY long, meaning if you have to parallel park somewhere, you are better off just going back home. The hood is easily 6 ft long, and it being solid metal means it is REALLY heavy. Huge doors plus the airtight cab means closing the door with the windows up may take a few tries. Turns are also not your friends. And gas mileage..... there isn't any.Spekter068 said:I. Fucking. Hate. You.demoman_chaos said:I love my car more than my little sister.
You would too if you were behind the wheel of a 1977 Cadillac El Dorado with power windows, power locks, climate control, crusie control. AM/FM radio, factory CB radio (The thing truckers use), 425 cui V8 (7.0 liter), all original down to the spark plugs, near flawless interior, 0 rust, only minor paint blemishes, and vinyl top.
Actually, I don't- I just envy you. I don't have a car of my own yet, so I alternate between my parents' cars. Here's the horror story:
Mom drives a '99 (I think) Toyota Sienna. It has a V6- not sure on the cylinder size- and for a minivan, its pickup is great. It's pretty comfortable. Thing is, I live in New England, so and driving the Sienna in this time of year is... interesting...
My dad drives an '84 Buick Century. It is a pile of tin being held together by the paint, and the hood is extremely difficult to see over (rather odd, considering I'm 5'11" and whacking my head on the ceiling whenever I sit up straight). Unfortunately, I spend far more time driving it than anyone else, because the power steering enjoys taking spontaneous vacations at the WORST possible times (such as on an icy highway during rush hour four days ago- I STILL have an adrenaline rush). I'm the only driver in my family who is strong enough to constantly be wrestling the steering wheel into submission for any length of time over a minute.
It's gotten so bad I'm seriously considering running the damn thing into a tree, because that's the only thing that could possess my dad to stop being so cheap and get a new(er) car already.
Yeah, I know- I've just been really itching to do some bitching about my wheels lately and this was a good opportunity.demoman_chaos said:The Caddy isn't all its cracked up to be. Its VERY long, meaning if you have to parallel park somewhere, you are better off just going back home. The hood is easily 6 ft long, and it being solid metal means it is REALLY heavy. Huge doors plus the airtight cab means closing the door with the windows up may take a few tries. Turns are also not your friends. And gas mileage..... there isn't any.Spekter068 said:I. Fucking. Hate. You.demoman_chaos said:I love my car more than my little sister.
You would too if you were behind the wheel of a 1977 Cadillac El Dorado with power windows, power locks, climate control, crusie control. AM/FM radio, factory CB radio (The thing truckers use), 425 cui V8 (7.0 liter), all original down to the spark plugs, near flawless interior, 0 rust, only minor paint blemishes, and vinyl top.
Actually, I don't- I just envy you. I don't have a car of my own yet, so I alternate between my parents' cars. Here's the horror story:
Mom drives a '99 (I think) Toyota Sienna. It has a V6- not sure on the cylinder size- and for a minivan, its pickup is great. It's pretty comfortable. Thing is, I live in New England, so and driving the Sienna in this time of year is... interesting...
My dad drives an '84 Buick Century. It is a pile of tin being held together by the paint, and the hood is extremely difficult to see over (rather odd, considering I'm 5'11" and whacking my head on the ceiling whenever I sit up straight). Unfortunately, I spend far more time driving it than anyone else, because the power steering enjoys taking spontaneous vacations at the WORST possible times (such as on an icy highway during rush hour four days ago- I STILL have an adrenaline rush). I'm the only driver in my family who is strong enough to constantly be wrestling the steering wheel into submission for any length of time over a minute.
It's gotten so bad I'm seriously considering running the damn thing into a tree, because that's the only thing that could possess my dad to stop being so cheap and get a new(er) car already.
Dont get a landyacht unless you have a back-up. Your wallet will thank you.