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He was massive.
He was dependable.
When he hydroplaned around the bayou and drove into oncoming traffic hitting the jeep driven by the drunk janitor, there wasn't a dent.
When his owner forgot to have both feet on the brake while waiting for the senior parking lot to empty out and he rolled into a student's brand new Neon, he punched two holes in the bumper of said Neon but didn't have a scratch on his gleaming metal bumper.
When his owner was driving home at 4am on US19 from meeting up with a guy she would fall hard for, he may have caught a wheel on the inside edge of the road, fishtailed, spun several times across all lanes of traffic, the 5-foot median and stalled in oncoming traffic. But he still managed to putter back into the median before his owner ... died.
When he blew a tire going 90 mph over the Howard Franklin bridge he managed to slow to a stop while not letting his owner ... die.
Obviously his owner had a lot of lucky saves in her early driving career.
Bench seats sat 8 comfortably (the seatbelts didn't work, so it was safer to squish in). 3008 lbs (said so on the title). Best car I've ever owned, and the only one worth naming.
*I lost the gas cap and my best friend promised that he would get me one. We trolled the neighborhoods looking for one but I've never gotten my gas cap. Rusty's been gone for 10 years now, but I wish I had my 1976 Ford Maverick, or at least the gas cap for him.
He was dependable.
When he hydroplaned around the bayou and drove into oncoming traffic hitting the jeep driven by the drunk janitor, there wasn't a dent.
When his owner forgot to have both feet on the brake while waiting for the senior parking lot to empty out and he rolled into a student's brand new Neon, he punched two holes in the bumper of said Neon but didn't have a scratch on his gleaming metal bumper.
When his owner was driving home at 4am on US19 from meeting up with a guy she would fall hard for, he may have caught a wheel on the inside edge of the road, fishtailed, spun several times across all lanes of traffic, the 5-foot median and stalled in oncoming traffic. But he still managed to putter back into the median before his owner ... died.
When he blew a tire going 90 mph over the Howard Franklin bridge he managed to slow to a stop while not letting his owner ... die.
Obviously his owner had a lot of lucky saves in her early driving career.
Bench seats sat 8 comfortably (the seatbelts didn't work, so it was safer to squish in). 3008 lbs (said so on the title). Best car I've ever owned, and the only one worth naming.
*I lost the gas cap and my best friend promised that he would get me one. We trolled the neighborhoods looking for one but I've never gotten my gas cap. Rusty's been gone for 10 years now, but I wish I had my 1976 Ford Maverick, or at least the gas cap for him.
2 comments:
Rest in Peace Rusty and your gas cap. Sounds like you had a fun life.
Thank goodness for you 1976 Ford Maverick and the little angel up in heaven watching out for you girl! Wow! You had some close calls. Rusty was your true protector, no seatbelts and all!
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