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Then I upgraded to this motherfucker right here:
94 Saturn SL1. Pale ass green. 1500 lbs of pure American plastic.
Got it for $500 from an old lady turning in her license. It had all the primo features: no power locks, no power windows, automatic seatbeats, and the air conditioning didn't work. I had to drive to work at McDonald's in the summer in that fucker, sweat my balls off in the grill, and then drive home and hope there was a breeze. Jesus wept - that summer was the worst. The seat cover was ripping on the driver's side, so your ass was basically against the metal frame and to call the seats "bucket seats" would not be doing them justice. It finally gave up the ghost on a trip back from the Albany area where a friend and I went to go play some underground poker. We slow down for the toll booth at the exit near my house and when I begin to accelerate the car grinds to a halt. Well, my friend is about 350-400 pounds on a good day, and with all that stress the goddamn axle broke. I think it's cute that the speedometer went up to 130 mph, ain't no goddamned way the car would've held together above 90. Though it did get like 27 MPG and I was poor so that was a win. RIP.