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I love my junk. It's half-rattle canned yellow, barely stops, barely run, stalls out a lot at idle and a bunch of other stuff...but I love it and drive it every day.
Mike Finnegan and David Freiberger of RoadKill and Motor Trend are the same way. (I highly recommend their YouTube show called "RoadKill" to anyone who likes cars and old ones as well.
Show me your junk (READ ON BEFORE POSTING A PICTURE OF YOUR JUNK ) cars that you love.
I don't like emissions testing but in life concessions are sometimes necessary
I find wrenching on vehicles a form of mental therapy.
Vintage steel has character.
... I don't like to drive what everyone else is driving.
As stated earlier, I love driving something not everyone has, plus most can't drive a stick! Also I love driving something I know I can wrench on myself and 9/10 can fix on the road with just a few tools! Here's mine; work in progress!
My Junk is such a piece of junky junk that it's been broken for a week, I don't have time to fix it, but it gives me a ear-to-ear grin everytime I look at it...
My Junk is such a piece of junky junk that it's been broken for a week, I don't have time to fix it, but it gives me a ear-to-ear grin everytime I look at it...
Mines been like this for 4months, and like this for a week. It's been killing me; I hope to have it driving by the end of September!
I drive junk because I don't like new things. New things are flaky and difficult to understand. My old things are simple, easy to understand, easy to fix. They are durable, I like durable things. My old things are used like equipment, I work them hard and maintain them scrupulously. New things are too plush and would not hold up. I don't like emissions testing BS.
Aside from that, my truck is a rolling tribute to my friend who passed away. It also is a canvas in which I honor my friends still here. It is far more than a truck, and far more than junk, though many who surround me feel the exact opposite. It reminds me of a better time, where it really meant something to all Americans what it meant to be free, and that our freedom must be protected. My truck is greatness on four wheels. It honors the past, enjoys the present, and protects the future. Anybody else who drives "junk" is doing the same thing. We are keeping the old America on the road, where Detroit was pumping out earth moving, red, white and freakin' blue solid-as-a-rock IRON that took hard working Americans where they needed to go, wherever that may be, whenever they needed to, and got the job done.
I drive junk because I don't like new things. New things are flaky and difficult to understand. My old things are simple, easy to understand, easy to fix. They are durable, I like durable things. My old things are used like equipment, I work them hard and maintain them scrupulously. New things are too plush and would not hold up. I don't like emissions testing BS.
Aside from that, my truck is a rolling tribute to my friend who passed away. It also is a canvas in which I honor my friends still here. It is far more than a truck, and far more than junk, though many who surround me feel the exact opposite. It reminds me of a better time, where it really meant something to all Americans what it meant to be free, and that our freedom must be protected. My truck is greatness on four wheels. It honors the past, enjoys the present, and protects the future. Anybody else who drives "junk" is doing the same thing. We are keeping the old America on the road, where Detroit was pumping out earth moving, red, white and freakin' blue solid-as-a-rock IRON that took hard working Americans where they needed to go, wherever that may be, whenever they needed to, and got the job done.
Because no one ever, EVER stops to say "nice SUV" when we drive the Escape, no one ever tells my Dad or brother "nice truck" when they fill fuel or pull in for a burger at the park, etc with their new pickups...
When I fill fuel in Old Blue, about half the time someone comes over to talk about her and compliment her. In a parking lot I can over hear people saying "Dad had one like that" or "Uncle Joe had one that was red" and they continue to reminisce as they walk into the store.
You just can't beat a classic, and I would guess 90% of the population had a 70's Ford pickup in their life at some point!
And I am throwing in my 01 Ram V-10 as another junker that I love just to prove I can do just as much with my $1k pickup as others can with their $50k pickups.
I drive junk because I don't like new things. New things are flaky and difficult to understand. My old things are simple, easy to understand, easy to fix. They are durable, I like durable things. My old things are used like equipment, I work them hard and maintain them scrupulously. New things are too plush and would not hold up. I don't like emissions testing BS.
Aside from that, my truck is a rolling tribute to my friend who passed away. It also is a canvas in which I honor my friends still here. It is far more than a truck, and far more than junk, though many who surround me feel the exact opposite. It reminds me of a better time, where it really meant something to all Americans what it meant to be free, and that our freedom must be protected. My truck is greatness on four wheels. It honors the past, enjoys the present, and protects the future. Anybody else who drives "junk" is doing the same thing. We are keeping the old America on the road, where Detroit was pumping out earth moving, red, white and freakin' blue solid-as-a-rock IRON that took hard working Americans where they needed to go, wherever that may be, whenever they needed to, and got the job done.
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My Junk is such a piece of junky junk that it's been broken for a week, I don't have time to fix it, but it gives me a ear-to-ear grin everytime I look at it...
Looks prettier than mine right now! Sadly, a lot of people here in Missoula, Montana drive old '70s Fords which makes it less unique, but the exhaust note of a 460 is perfect.
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