nytemist
Brilliant_Rock
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2005
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I''m sort of ranting and raving since it''s been a bad week. I had some problems with my car Friday and when I had it looked at by dad''s old friend/trusted mechanic, he said I was looking at some serious money to fix it. I am heartbroken since I can''t afford to do it. I realize in the grand scheme of problems in the world, this is a blip, but...
It''s an 1984 Lincoln Continental. My dad bought it used in 1988 and this car was like another child to him. When he bought an Explorer, he couldn''t bear to give it up so he gave it to me. I inherited my dad''s looooooooove for cars and I loved having this car. I grew up with big cars so it was great for me. Fabulous on the highway (it flies) I feel safe in it, it''s metal rather than the kind of flimsy fiberglass, don''t feel like the wind or trucks will blow me off the road. Also it''s a classic, though it needs a lot of cosmetic work. This how I learned how to work on cars- I know the ins and outs of this car, it''s personality, everything. Now I probably have to try and find someone who might want it as a restore project. Since my dad isn''t here anymore I also feel like I disappointed him by not taking as good care of the car as I should have.
Should this be this case, I will then be totally dependent on Ian to get around. Since we don''t live in the city anymore, I can''t take the T whereever I need to go. If I finally find an MT job, it has to be near the same schedule I have now so I can get a ride into and out of the city with him.
I''m upset about this and Ian doesn''t get it- thinks it''s silly to be so attached to a car. Sorry, I''ve been mental all week and this just had to top it off.
It''s an 1984 Lincoln Continental. My dad bought it used in 1988 and this car was like another child to him. When he bought an Explorer, he couldn''t bear to give it up so he gave it to me. I inherited my dad''s looooooooove for cars and I loved having this car. I grew up with big cars so it was great for me. Fabulous on the highway (it flies) I feel safe in it, it''s metal rather than the kind of flimsy fiberglass, don''t feel like the wind or trucks will blow me off the road. Also it''s a classic, though it needs a lot of cosmetic work. This how I learned how to work on cars- I know the ins and outs of this car, it''s personality, everything. Now I probably have to try and find someone who might want it as a restore project. Since my dad isn''t here anymore I also feel like I disappointed him by not taking as good care of the car as I should have.
Should this be this case, I will then be totally dependent on Ian to get around. Since we don''t live in the city anymore, I can''t take the T whereever I need to go. If I finally find an MT job, it has to be near the same schedule I have now so I can get a ride into and out of the city with him.
I''m upset about this and Ian doesn''t get it- thinks it''s silly to be so attached to a car. Sorry, I''ve been mental all week and this just had to top it off.