First off, let me say "I really did not want to do this".
I had absolutely NO intention of even going to this place that was 350 miles from home. V8Festiva FORCED me to pile into the back seat of his F-250 and he MADE me go. Lured with fresh, new, yellow bags of Peanut M&M's strewn across the backseat of his truck, did I really have any conscious volition in this matter?
Secondly, I had no intention of buying another Festiva. I was PERFECTLY HAPPY with my little red pimped out "Festiva Madness 1" car. Once again, this is all V8's fault. He will of course categorically deny any involvement with these doings. But see, heh heh, I'm onto his sly antics now! He only thinks I don't know but... I KNOW. V8 forced me to drag out my wallet & plunk down my cash for this thing.
Thirdly, I didn't need all the HP that a BP motor makes. I was content to be overtaken by cyclists on mountain bikes. Happy to relinquish the hole shot to some little old lady pushing a shopping cart. BUT NOOOOOOOO! V8 coerced me -- nay, he TWISTED my arm! Oww! Oww!-- into breaking out the wrenches and extracting a BP motor from a Mazda Protege and putting it in the back of his truck to take home.
Finally, I never committed to transplanting a BP motor into another Festiva and turning it into a tire-melting, bowtie-eating torque monster (well, sort of)! It was Prime Suspect #1 again, who, with his oh-so-sly Psychological Operations, brainwashed me into believing that my life could not possibly be complete without a BP in my garage... errrr, engine bay.
I just wanted everyone to know the actual facts in this case. Weigh the evidence yourself and in your heart, I know you will find me Festiva by reason of Madness! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!!! Wooo hoooo!
Let's Make A Deal
Roll it up on the trailer
Early Christmas present for me! Woooo hoooo!
"...yeah, and I gotta BP motor too!"
I had absolutely NO intention of even going to this place that was 350 miles from home. V8Festiva FORCED me to pile into the back seat of his F-250 and he MADE me go. Lured with fresh, new, yellow bags of Peanut M&M's strewn across the backseat of his truck, did I really have any conscious volition in this matter?
Secondly, I had no intention of buying another Festiva. I was PERFECTLY HAPPY with my little red pimped out "Festiva Madness 1" car. Once again, this is all V8's fault. He will of course categorically deny any involvement with these doings. But see, heh heh, I'm onto his sly antics now! He only thinks I don't know but... I KNOW. V8 forced me to drag out my wallet & plunk down my cash for this thing.
Thirdly, I didn't need all the HP that a BP motor makes. I was content to be overtaken by cyclists on mountain bikes. Happy to relinquish the hole shot to some little old lady pushing a shopping cart. BUT NOOOOOOOO! V8 coerced me -- nay, he TWISTED my arm! Oww! Oww!-- into breaking out the wrenches and extracting a BP motor from a Mazda Protege and putting it in the back of his truck to take home.
Finally, I never committed to transplanting a BP motor into another Festiva and turning it into a tire-melting, bowtie-eating torque monster (well, sort of)! It was Prime Suspect #1 again, who, with his oh-so-sly Psychological Operations, brainwashed me into believing that my life could not possibly be complete without a BP in my garage... errrr, engine bay.
I just wanted everyone to know the actual facts in this case. Weigh the evidence yourself and in your heart, I know you will find me Festiva by reason of Madness! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!!! Wooo hoooo!
Let's Make A Deal
Roll it up on the trailer
Early Christmas present for me! Woooo hoooo!
"...yeah, and I gotta BP motor too!"
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