Here is the question.........

What was the worse story of where someone abused your beloved car.... i.e. cig burn in the seat, muddy shoes, etc.........

Oh, and what did you do about it?

I was at a local car show/cruise. I had JUST finished washin/waxin/detailin my car. It was SHINY & CLEAN. When no sooner did I get finished detailin the WHOLE car, did some damned lil kid, prolly no more than 5 or 6, come by and touch the car. Now, such a simple thing as touchin would normally not earn the response that this one got, but the kid had some half melted icecream on his hands.....ALL OVER his hands (and face mind you). And not only did he touch the car, but he ran his hands ALL down the side of the car. Now, his parents were RIGHT there watchin what this damned kid was doing, and not saying a word. So, I walked (well....more like sprinted) over to the kid and commenced to YELL at him to get his hands off my car. Now, the father (in his infinite hillbilly mentality) told me to not speak to his kid like that. WELL......I very kindly (YEAH.....anyone that knows me, knows that in this kind of instance there wer most likely NO kind words comin out of my mouth) told his father that if his kid did NOT remove his sticky icecream soaked hands from my car that not only would he (the father) would be recleaning my car, but I would be whoopin his kids arse at the same time....since OBVIOUSLY he did not know how to himself.

OH....I have another one. It was a few winters ago, my brother was visiting with his g/f at the time. And we had JUST gotten like 2 feet of snow over night. We decided to go out for dinner (all the roads were fine......it was like 6PM, and the snow had stopped). We go to get into the car, and my brothers g/f decided to just climb into the car with like a foot of snow on both her shoes......and not knock them together when she got into the car. My brother yelled at her (because I really did not notice), and her response was "It's only a car." MAN, I just about kicked her out of the car and told here that she could walk. I was fit to be tied at that point. Needless to say, she got out and shook her shoes off, but the damage had already been done. The floor mats WERE brand new looking (I had only had them for a few months before that....so they should have looked new), but after that incident, she had to purchase me some new rear floor mats......she was NOT happy about it. I think she learned her lesson with other ppls cars....maybe next time she will show a lil more respect.

I have the Grey interior so dirt shows pretty well. At 3am one night i needed to give a few of my buddies a ride. All went well until we all got out of the car when i noticed that the nutcase in the backseat managed to find some dirtyass puddle somewhere and smear dirt all over the back of the front seat, the rear floormat and the entire rear carpeting was now covered in dark brown mud!!!! :Bang :Bang I was this close to just kicking the guys ass, too bad he was my friend. Man that interior was a $%@%^ to clean.

Oh man... I hate having new people in my car... Whenever I have my friends along I always remind them noy yo slam the doors because it will close very lightly... I hate having someone in my car that when they get out or enter my vehicle they slam the door... I always yell at them to be gentle... And yes I've gotten the "it's just a car" response... Which always works with a "well you can just walk then" response... I had to teach my girlfriend how to shut the doors as well as the trunk... I remember the first day she tried shutting the trunk, she kept trying to slam it down three or four times before I came running to my car's rescue... Had to show her how it closed by itself... Also, some of the hotel and airport personnel need to be shown how to close the trunk... It's a never ending battle that will rage on until I teach EVERYONE how to close my vehicle's doors and trunk...

P.S. - when I first bought my car, my gf hated it with a passion, but now we take my car EVERYWHERE... She only drives her car to work, every other time we end up taking mine, I can't even get her to think about taking her car, she gets upset when we can't take mine... :cool:

MY GOD I HATE THAT> its mom and you cant yell at mom, but :q figure it out. she had a continental once with the power trunk. I swear to god everyone except my gf, BANG whats wrong with your trunk dude :mad: BANG dude this lincoln kinda sucks the trunk is messed up :mad: :mad:

DUDE FOR THE @#$ING LOVE OF GOD WILL YOU GROW SOME (*&#ing BRAINS AND JUST CLICK IT CLOSED.

Oh dude cool its motorized it does it by itself i didnt know it did that. But you dont have to be a dick about it.

(All the while shaking as to not hit the friend slamming my power trunk)

That reminds me of my first tc: It was velour interior and i had to get ketchup off of the interior. Never again. I dont let anyone eat in the car anymore. And it was always just the one loudmouth "its just an old mans car" and for some reason that kid is always driving a tempo or an escort or something . . . . so he could not believe what he is saying. Well to make a long story short that guy lost lincoln privledges.

That friend that ran his mouth met me at mcdonalds drive through, i had to fix my power window and i was grabbing a bite before i started. I dont know if you ever had to do the open door trick at the drive in but it looks a bit strange. Well he was ridiculing me in public, that was cool i didnt care. But then he started throwin change at my car, oooh no when you attack the paint job its over dude. (i dont know what motivates ubnoxious buddys) Well he pulled in front of me and tried to throw something away or somethin. You know that little spot by the door that they have people wait for fries. Almost at the exit. I pulled up behind his tempo and (a 89 tc with chrome bumpers and a 5.0) pushed his ride in the street and left. By the time he turned around his tempo was in the street and i was gone.

Mine is a simple case of abuse.

Parked it at the shops away from everyone else bit in sight of where I was going. Watched a car park right next to it and the idiot lady inside slam her door into mine. I ran out and confronted her and asked why she did it and will she pay for the damage. She just looked at me and told me to piss off, she didnt do it. Well, the paint on my car was the same as her car, there wasnt another car even close to mine and I SAW HER DO IT!!! She just ignored me and walked off.

Wonder how she felt to come out to a car with every headlight and tail light in smashed pieces on the ground! Stupid cow, hope she had to explain to hubby how it happened.

Needless to say, I only take the wagon to the shops now.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

OOOOH YEEEEEEEEAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! PERFECT STORY!!!

Nice mental image.

Oh man that would feel good to walk around and take out every bit of aggression on every brittle plastic piece on her car. $#@$ you old @#$%ing dumb @#$%#. I didnt do it, right you @#$%ing stupid @#$%.

I love it, made my day. I recently had my car broke into and they smash and bent anything they could get their hands on. I dont want the radio back, i want to get a hold of something that means a lot to them and SMASH THE #$%^ out of it. On that note i will now head out to the family barb b que.

Good day guys.

Big Joe

$#@$ you old @#$%ing dumb @#$%#. I didnt do it, right you @#$%ing stupid @#$%.

Were you watching me? Thats pretty close to what I said but add a few more $#@$'s to it.

Its amazing how quick a wheel nut lever can destroy a tail light.

Bro you should have recorded that. I would pay to see that. I know no one drives around with a camcorder in the trunk but, it would be sweet. I told the uncles about that one and they loved it.

Big Joe

Oh man... I hate having new people in my car... Whenever I have my friends along I always remind them noy yo slam the doors because it will close very lightly... I hate having someone in my car that when they get out or enter my vehicle they slam the door... I always yell at them to be gentle... And yes I've gotten the "it's just a car" response... Which always works with a "well you can just walk then" response... I had to teach my girlfriend how to shut the doors as well as the trunk... I remember the first day she tried shutting the trunk, she kept trying to slam it down three or four times before I came running to my car's rescue... Had to show her how it closed by itself... Also, some of the hotel and airport personnel need to be shown how to close the trunk... It's a never ending battle that will rage on until I teach EVERYONE how to close my vehicle's doors and trunk...

P.S. - when I first bought my car, my gf hated it with a passion, but now we take my car EVERYWHERE... She only drives her car to work, every other time we end up taking mine, I can't even get her to think about taking her car, she gets upset when we can't take mine... :cool:


How about this one for everyone. I have a power trunk as well.( 1986 Trans Am) and one day I was taking a family friend to get his car from the body shop. Well his things out of his car where in my trunk or hatch what ever you want to call that tiny ass space. So when he went to close it he didn’t only slam it but he broke a plate that holds the motor. So it won’t go down all the way and the best kicker is he slammed it with such force when it broke the plate and the hatch slammed into the car itself……… He shattered my hatch. :Bang :Bang :mad: I was pissed to say the least since I had to drive an hour home down 355(Chicago people know) Did I mention that it was drizzling out the whole time as well. So when I got back to his house I put my car in his garage since I had a motor laying in parts on my garage floor. Then I made him go to the bone yard that day with me and made him get the new one out of a car and pay for it. Then I didn’t trust him to put it back in so I called up my buddy with an 89 Formula and had him help me put the new glass in. The Day for bloody H*ll!!!!!!!!

brought my car camping n met all whole bunch of buddies at the site
ended up getting kicked out the campground
drove around till we found a private beach
one thing led to another and we had my car on the beach stuck in the sand.
ended up sleepin on the beach
when i got home i think half the beach was in my car.

That friend that ran his mouth met me at mcdonalds drive through, i had to fix my power window and i was grabbing a bite before i started. I dont know if you ever had to do the open door trick at the drive in but it looks a bit strange. Well he was ridiculing me in public, that was cool i didnt care. But then he started throwin change at my car, oooh no when you attack the paint job its over dude. (i dont know what motivates ubnoxious buddys) Well he pulled in front of me and tried to throw something away or somethin. You know that little spot by the door that they have people wait for fries. Almost at the exit. I pulled up behind his tempo and (a 89 tc with chrome bumpers and a 5.0) pushed his ride in the street and left. By the time he turned around his tempo was in the street and i was gone.

That's hella funny!!! GAWD!

1) Beautiful 2 tone 87 T-Bird. My first car I purchased after joining the military. My cousin needs a ride somewhere and has her kid with her. I told her no food will be consumed in my car. She said her kid goes nowhere without food. I caved and allowed it. The whole trip the kid did fine. But 2 miles short of getting her to where she needed to go, my cousin dumped her 32 oz. tea on my front floorboard. To top things off, she has a carseat for the kid with the buckle that latches in the crotch. So the buckle has to go over the head to get it off. She unbuckles the kid and flings the belt buckle over the kids' head..........hitting the new tint job on the back window, peeling a 1" strip off the tint right through a defroster strip. I said she had to pay for it and she said the couldn't and wouldn't...."it's just a car". She had to wait for the bus to get home because I was damned if she would get a ride again.

2) I know it's rice but I was proud to have it at the time. 93 Honda Accord. Lowered 2", 17" chrome Diablo Racing 7 spokes, custom tint, Clifford G4 alarm with all bells and whistles, custom stereo, lights, exhaust, intake. All that was left was to redo the birdcrap burned paint. Took it to a shop to have it redone completely. They did the best job $2500 could buy. They just did the same burgundy red metallic that originally came on it, but a couple shades darker. Color sanded so beautifully! Anyway-.-.-.-.-didn't have the new paint three weeks and parked at the mall. came back about an hour later and there were three "X"'s etched clear down to the metal spanning the depth and width of the trunk lid and a line down the passenger side of the car. I got the insurance to fix that ($250 deductible) and then about a week after that I was driving down the freeway and a trucker ran over tire fodder that still had radial belting in it from a past blowout. It jumped up and barely cleared the passenger side headlight and skimmed up the hood and whacked the window. That survived but I had 6 or 7 scratches running the length of the hood. I gave up and sold it.

Bro you should have recorded that. I would pay to see that. I know no one drives around with a camcorder in the trunk but, it would be sweet. I told the uncles about that one and they loved it.

Big Joe

Yeah, would have been amusing to record except:
a) dont have a camcorder
b) was kind of in a hurry...as you could imagine
c) wasnt really thinking about it
d) had my hands full swinging the lug nut iron
e) not something I would want to fall into the hands of Mr Officer.

But the memory is sweet and the feeling of satisfaction lingers to this day. :Beer

Well, I guess it must be me, but anyone who knows me, knows how I am about my car. they know that if they should "abuse" anything on it, I would simply snap. I have left friends and family on the side of the road, without giving it a second thought. Byt the time they walked home, they were usually too tired to consider trying to set themselves up for a can of whoop-ass.

the latst attempts to de-face the Black ice, was once at the car wash/detailer. i rarely let someone else wash it, but this time, I let them. The little "illegal" decided to use spray on wheel cleaner on my hood, as the car was entering the auto-roll wash. When the car(and I-I always ride along) exited the otherside, I saw the hood was 'stained" like bleach was sprayed on it. 1/2 hour later, the hood, and the rest of the car had a fresh coat of hand-wax, shiny tires, and spotless chrome wheels. its amazing what running a Limo company can do when the local car wash that does 14 of our cars a day(at $15.00 a pop) pisses off the fleet manager.

Second attempt a abusing the Black car was at the entrence to the drag strip. they did a "trunk check" at the gate, and proceeded to SLAM my trunk. Well, Mr. rent-a-cop got an earful of me, blocking the entrance for a few minutes, tying up traffic, until the track manager came out to see what the fuss was all about. I showed him the filthy hand prints across my trunk hump, and let him know about Mr. rent-a-cop's practice of abuse on customer's rides due to his lack of concern for other people's property. I reminded him that MOST of the cars that enter the track are pretty damn valuable, and I would be the least of his worries.

Go figure, I runner'd up that night, and I havent seen mr. rent-a-cop working the gate since.

other than that, I guess my mark(s) have lived an abuse-fre life.

if Workoutman ever decides to visit this site, I'm sure he will post in this titile about the day I modded his 95, and took it out for a test drive. ass-swinging that gen 1 around a corner at full song, just to see how well the new rear sway bar handles wasnt his idea of "test drive". I figured, if something wasnt right, better to find out now, than after he leaves my shop.

...oh, nothing was wrong... it handled the abuse quite well.
:)
:cool:

Don't know if this counts, But when I was in Saudi during the first Gulf War, my buddy and I were patroling the Main Supply Routes and we decided to go dune hopping in the HMMWV. My driver convinced me he went off roading all the time back home and knew what he was doing. You know how silly a couple of MPs look hanging off a sand dune with the right front tire spinning over the downside of the dune and the left rear trie spinning on the back side of the dune in space? Not to mention trying to explain to both the First Sgt and the Platoon Sgt why I, as a Staff Sgt and squad leader allowed a specialist to talk me into going off roading? I just told them we saw some unusual activity off the MSR and thought we'd investigate. They didn't buy it. I think we spent about a week doing KP.

One day, about 6 months after the Towncar was painted, I was on the couch watching TV while my 2 boys were outside.I heard a peculiar banging noise, and upon investigation, saw my 19 month old banging on the front of my car with a metal pipe.With each hit, the pipe would chip the paint and then rake a scratch down the fender about 3 inches.I guess, since it hit on the corner, it at least didn't dent the car.The scratches and chips are still there.I did alot of screaming and yelling that day.About 1 month later I go outside only to find lovely crayon pictures all over the car and the antenna broken off.That was the 4 year olds doing, and his ass was warm for a few hours.I now park on the street.

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The reason my M7 ended up in a junk yard was someone destroyed the interior! Holes were punched into the dash. The gauges, CD player, tripminder, HVAC controls, and switches were all smashed. Door panels were destroyed and much of the miscellaneous trim was destroyed.

After they were finished, the seats and the headliner were slashed.

What did I do about it? I BOUGHT the car and fixed it! :wrench

he was 400LBS, need i say more.

Brought the new monte, "new", to the firehouse to wash it up and shiz...and one of the guys offered to park it for me. Well, we can say that about 10 nbombs and powerbreaks were seen. When he got back, i riped him out of the car and threw him on the ground...it was fun.

Yeah that trunk one will get you every time. People just don't get it.

Anyway My abuse story was with my 90' Fleetwood. This car was so mint it was ridiculous. I bought it in 98 for $4000. It had 60k on the clock. Very nice car. So then I met my current wife and her three kids.

So wouldn't you know that one of the girls, probably 11 at the time, gets in the back and starts poking the headliner. Then she say 'hey this is cool, when I do this the marks just stay there.'

I wanted to kill her but instead I went to the dealer and traded the car on my current 93 Brougham. I couldn't drive the car after that. It bugged me so much I had to get rid of it.

i took my mom shopping and she slammed the trunk down on my thunderbird so hard that it cracked one of the led panels. i was extrememly pissed. mom's not with us anymore since then lol

Here's a dealer repair horror story:

I had taken my 2 year-old Town Car in to a Ford-Lincoln-Mercury dealer to check out the brakes....I could hear scapping sound off and on from the one of the wheels. I knew the car didn't have enough miles to need brakes since the car was still in warranty, I took it to the local dealer...you know the folks that know your Ford-Lincoln-Mercury the best - Ha! :-)

They said they had to do some adjusting to them. Anyway, while they were out testing the car on the road, the brakes failed....I think you know what happened next!

Well, they rammed my Lincoln into a 'New' Ford tractor! Thankfully, no one was injured! Needless to say, I was not a happy camper when I found out.... The Town Car surpisingly, had little damage....whereas the Ford tractor didn't show any signs of a hit except for paint scraps from the front end of my car. :-(

One of my employees called me to tell me that our brand new $100,000 bucket truck had stopped at 10-mile and Telegraph at the beginning of rush hour. If you knew the area you would fear for your life if you were caught impeding someone's way home.

I hopped in my two year old ML-320 and drove the three miles to see what was wrong. It ran fine but it wouldn't move. I looked underneath and found that the transmission had literally fallen out of the bellhousing.

We use lifting straps when setting light poles so I tied two of them together and started dragging the truck out of traffic. We were doing so well I decided to pull it all the way to the dealrship. Unfortunately, I got stuck at the light at Civic Center Drive, at the bottom of the hill. The Mercedes huffed and puffed, but we made it up the hill and to the dealership. It was funny to see the looks on people's faces when I pulled that 24,000 lb. truck into the dealer lot.

Two weeks later the transfer case needed to be replaced. Luckily, it was still under warranty.

My worst moment was on my birthday of all days, it was horrible. I was driving home from Yorktown mall, and a Chrysler blew a red turn light and Hit my Continental this was like two months after I got the car, the damage was a broken headlight, at least the chrysler got the worst of it he lost his grille front bumper, and his header panel was trashed. But I was still pissed he hit my car!! :soapbox: It ended up his fault, cause it was so he had to pay for my damages. Still it was the worst thing to happen to my car :rolleyes:

I had owned my 96 S10 for about a week when someone tried to squeeze by it in the parking lot leaving big red scratches on the front driver's side wheelwell. The second day I owned it, I had gone to visit my uncle with my two dogs in the back of the truck. His dog jumped on the side of my bed leaving big scratches on it. I've also had the usual mystery dings and dents from parking lot wounds to my doors. I really hate that. Not like my vehicles are worth a mint, but dammit, its MINE and I worked to own it. It really bothers me that people do not respect other's property. WHen I work on people's boats, I always treat them with care and take a bottle of cleaner and a rag to wipe up any dirt I might get on it while working.

well last summer my fring and I were out crusing and went past one of our old highschool hangout spots. and gess what there were like 15 kids or so. driving slowley throu the lot some kid spits on my car. now Im really pised off, so I smoke the tires and pull a u turn in the lot. the kid just came right up to me and ask what ear you going to do? I went strate to my trunk and graped my braker bar ( its a 3ft) and if my frend did not stop me I have no idea what would have hapend. so we leaft and later falowed the kid home and f@%^ed up his toyota as well as a BMW that was in the driveway. it was not a smart thing to do but it really did make me feel better.

When I first moved to California, one of the things I did was buy the second of my 62 Caddy convertibles.
This one was as good as new, both in looks and running.
I had it for three years , then took a trip to Boston.
I had only been there four days when the car was stolen.
A week later the cops recovered it in the bad side of town.
They had it towed to an impound yard and told me to view it to see if I felt it was salvagable.
As I stated earlier, this caddy was in prestein shape, not so much as a crack in the seats.
When I got to the impound, I couldn' belive my eyes.
The top had been shreaded to bits, the seats were slashed at leaste a hundred times, The gauges had a hammer taken to them, the windshield was smashed, the trunk lock had been gouged out, leaving an enormous hole, the five brand new steel belted tires were missing.
In short, this once beautiful machine was nothing more than a basket case.
This was the most tramatic experience I had ever had.

A week after i got my 88 tc i was driving about 5 ppl home when this kid got this EXTREMELY bad bloody nose. my seatbelt is now a darker shade of grey...and also later that day i hit a toyota....but i didn't do any damage, to my car.there was also the accident on the expressway with a minivan :Bang $800 later and she was as good as new. i've also had the repeated trunk slammings, door slammings, and muddy shoes; and i no longer park in the school parking lot because people don't know how to open car doors gently, and also i'm afraid someone's going to throw a brick through a window or something.
but what i really love is when a 'friend' decides that you power seats are "awesome" and plays with them for 30 minutes..... every day..... i'm just waiting for the day that the motor craps out....she'll pay for it, oh yes, yes she will...
gosh, i feel so stressed out when i think about these things.....

I've got a couple....

My ex got sick in my Mark VII on the way home from a concert (we brought a bottle of tequilla with us and drank the bottle at the concert), she opened the window and missed! All on the inside of th panel, seat, floor, and just a little on the outside of the door.

I brought my '67 T-Bird to a little hangout spot, one of those old school hot dog stands, parked, got something to eat. Some kids were screwing around jumping on packets of ketchup and splattered it all over my car! I had a nice work with them and the parents.

last story, I was picking up a friend from a train station with my '67 Bird. She gets in the car, about a block away she starts smoking! I stopped the car put it park and told her to walk the rest of the way. 5 mile walk home! Do not pass go, do not collect $200, thank you very much!!!

OH, i remembered a good one. In the summer, after maxing out the speed for some friends with stangs, i go over this 4 foot hump in the intersection and get the mark to fly, and i quote..."DUDE! HOLY $HIT! YOU FLEW THAT M()THER ****** ATLEAST A FOOT AND A HALF IN THE AIR! DAAAAAAAAM!" i believe about a week after that, my front bags poped. lol

OH, i remembered a good one. In the summer, after maxing out the speed for some friends with stangs, i go over this 4 foot hump in the intersection and get the mark to fly, and i quote..."DUDE! HOLY $HIT! YOU FLEW THAT M()THER ****** ATLEAST A FOOT AND A HALF IN THE AIR! DAAAAAAAAM!" i believe about a week after that, my front bags poped. lol
ya I jumped a 626 a few times back in the day, it is so much fun. But i would neaver do that to a lincoln. :L

My Mark was assaulted 5 months after I bought it. I had just spent money having the transmission rebuilt. I went to Wendy's to eat lunch. This particular Wendy's have a small parking area, so I backed in. Someone backed their car right into the front of my Mark. smashing the grill, splitting the bumper. Some customer yelled out "Someone just hit that car!" I was pissed when I realized it was my car. It took me two more months to save up to buy a bumper cover and buy a grill off Ebay.

:mad:

I have tons of them. Being a Taxi Driver/Owner; I get the most dis-repectful people in my car all the time.

One Brilliant Example:

3 Drunks eating Hot Dogs want a Taxi Ride....
I teel them I will wait for them to finish their food.
One of the has Mustard on his hand. As he is getting into my old '94 Executive Series Town Car, I begin to hand him a paper towel for his hands. He Wipes Mustard all over the cloth seat!!!:mad:

I'm Pissed!!!

I ask WTF R U DOING?!!!

He says "What?"

I point at the mustard and the a-hole has the nerve to tell me: "I didn't do it, that was already there."
I look him in the eye and say GET THE F$%# OUT OF MY CAR A$$HOLE!
He says again: "I didn't do it, that was already there."
I politely explain the towel I had in my hand was intended for him to wipe his hand on because I saw the Mustard on his hand.
"Wasn't Me!" he says again. BS I say.
He and his friends beg to get a ride anyways.
I tell them to piss off 'cuz I gotta go to the car wash and shampoo the mustard off my seat.
The idiot continues to attempt to negotiate for a ride.:confused:

I tell them to show a little respect because I drive a Town Car, not a "Stinking Chevy!"

Then I spun gravel on the jerks as I took off.:D

I have at least 75 "Incidents" of disrespect towards my car every year.
How do I decide which to write about here?:eek:

Wow! So many....

My worst story is driving abuse.



All I can say is.....I'm not the easiest on the gas. :D

I Love Charlisle Mike. Did you happen to see the pic of her smoking some doobie out of a granny smith apple? Priceless. Can't find it. They must have yanked it.

Had some idiot throw grape soda all over my white 86 Mercury Capri 5.0, and when I went to Oz-Fest in Indy back in july, somebody threw pop all over my Mark VIII.

I went on a camping trip with my brother and a few friends last summer. We came home about a week later just to find my bros Mk7 sitting low. At first when we pulled up, it looked like the bags just deflated. But when we went into my backyard. The BRAND NEW goodyears were slashed. Some punk ass kid down the street slashed them.

haha... I love reading your stories... they let me know I'm not the only one, but on the other hand mine aren't as bad in comparison... I'm just usually having to remind people to keep their feet on the plastic mats that way the regular ones don't get dirty, and like to not touch stuff and get their fingerprints on it, etc... they all think I'm crazy. :\

I suppose the worst was when I had my Navigator and would always trade my dad for his, which was newer... and like I had it for the entire month of May and at the end he wanted his back, but he gave me mine all :q:q:q:qed up... needless to say I was PISSED... he's a pig, seriously... like he'll go get fast food and spill a drink and not even bother to clean it up... and he's fat, so like the seats get all wrinkled if not flattened... and like whoever his passengers are treat his cars like :q:q:q:q... so now every time he asks why I won't even let him SIT in my new LS, I remind him what he did to my Navigator, and to look at the condition his is in since I last drove it.

I suppose that's all for now.

Oh, and another one... I was at Relay for Life, and I saw that these people had decided to park INSIDE the stadium... with their F-250 thinking they're all badass... but I was like uhh no, I'm the parking lot king haha jk (the only other decent cars were like a 3 series convertible, and a H2 that I think belonged to a teacher) so I brought the Navigator in and like people were playing football around it so I was kinda nervous, but then these random people like came and actually sat on the back of the car and were like just chilling and I couldn't believe my eyes... so one of my friends suggested I open the liftgate (using the remote), which I did... they were freaking out, it was hilarious... then they tried to close it with their hands, but like I kept on opening it on them, eventually I shouted "Get the :q:q:q:q away from my car!" and they kept looking at me, and I was like "You heard me, bitches." so they just walked away... sigh... high school memories... haha jk Okay... now I'm done. :)

okay guys, i had a red plymoth valiant, and like the fifth year i was truck driving, it was in my driveway behind the truck, i couldn't see it in the mirrors, adn it was a VERY VERY powerful truck, i put it in reverse to go to the dock, and backed all over that car. tore the whole dam front end off. i didn't even know it. went to shift foreword, and looked into the rearview, and thought to myself "that trailer looks awful high, maybe it's ust the suspension on the back" i pulled off the car and saw the trailer come down onto the grond. i knew there was something wrong then. i stopped again, adn looked and saw my lovely little 2 door road waffle in the the rearview, i swear theat's as close to a stroke as i've ever been. so, i went to the dock and borrowed a flatbed and a heavy duty forklift and hauled my little car to the insurance place. then, i told them to terminate the policy, give me the money they could, and i'd go buy myself a new car. they gave me 200 dollars. and i went and put a downpayment on my next car: a big buick Cnetury. this was like in 1980 and that car didn't last long either. just to show you, be careful around large trucks/busses, adn other large equiptment!

A week after i got my 88 tc i was driving about 5 ppl home when this kid got this EXTREMELY bad bloody nose. my seatbelt is now a darker shade of grey...and also later that day i hit a toyota....but i didn't do any damage, to my car.there was also the accident on the expressway with a minivan :Bang $800 later and she was as good as new. i've also had the repeated trunk slammings, door slammings, and muddy shoes; and i no longer park in the school parking lot because people don't know how to open car doors gently, and also i'm afraid someone's going to throw a brick through a window or something.
but what i really love is when a 'friend' decides that you power seats are "awesome" and plays with them for 30 minutes..... every day..... i'm just waiting for the day that the motor craps out....she'll pay for it, oh yes, yes she will...
gosh, i feel so stressed out when i think about these things.....


if i had to park in the student' i wouldn't mind parking away. i love my car far too mutch for that