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Yeah; getting rimmed is no novelty here...
Sort of a little off-topic though timely, considering: I've half 13" '87 Mazda 323 & half 13" Aspire and/or KIA rims, as far as my Aspire brake swap has gotten to date; with the 323 rims already earmarked perhaps for a musician friend's '91 Festiva L very similar to the one I drive out of the factory at least, except a red one & a turquoise...both recently turning over 180,000 miles, hers owned since '95 still with stock 12" rims-so half my miles bigger ones than she drives
Though; I also like to imagine the pink as they are colored now 323s on the neighbor lady's cool old white, 289 two-door hardtop,'65 Ford Galaxie; she has driven since '88 sold her for $250 then, in her family since new. Someone about my age which is sixty-one, with a thirty-five year old daughter; herself still self-supporting and overworked living alone in the apartment above me, tending for people here in a town at a large residence facility for Alzheimer's patients.
I've been in this apartment just over five years to her ten; who a few winters after I'd been here; creamed her car on the driver's side front corner pretty good though non-injury and still drivable as a "popeye" which has gotten enough work to have one of the headlights functional and legal again-on the damaged side-if not aimed at anything in particular, either.
We've been jocular a little more than is entirely kind at times; if getting mellow together too, telling stories back and forth-encountering as one or the other is doing something to, or getting into their car. Were I a person of unlimited wealth; her car as a hybrid between NASCAR and low-rider has lots of appeal...able to leap as well as go like the proverbial bat out of hell; also copping pleasantly to stylistic trends of either discipline, done creatively to be offensive I guess?
Maybe even a 221 V-8 built to be super economical...she has overhauled the 289 by herself, though lately new wrecking yard laws have diminished her resources even claiming a parts car saved locally for her somewhere; not to mention she's no longer as wild to be working on the thing as she has been in the past: As a horse woman too, probably a much more enjoyable pastime to contemplate of the future; who remembers where we live now the town's largest, oldest apartment house ghetto, as horse pasture...a fun thought-with equine transportation, yet the current housing schemes
The commiseration about car problems is genuine enough as time goes on, with less pleasure at the other's misery; her car early "The Valdez" for an oil slick along with an instrumental "Valdez In The Country" on the radio by Cold Blood With Lydia Pense their vocalist taking a break, heard ironically on the radio from inside my place as I was outside looking at her rig's not so flattering marking of presence; now parking next to a '91 L lately "The Titanic" as I've suddenly too an even worse oil slick misery, following curiously soon after having the car overnight in the shop nearest the apartment complex-with a huge overheated waiting room to show off a sulky made for horse racing of trotters, making me feel sabotaged: One way or the other; a long story...a purchase paying through the nose $2500 June of '99 from a jet helicopter mechanic in the Coast Guard 95,000 miles ago, said to be the original owner with the engine compartment clean enough to eat off-later noticing under the glare of that once purchased, a heat distorted timing belt cover
Sort of a little off-topic though timely, considering: I've half 13" '87 Mazda 323 & half 13" Aspire and/or KIA rims, as far as my Aspire brake swap has gotten to date; with the 323 rims already earmarked perhaps for a musician friend's '91 Festiva L very similar to the one I drive out of the factory at least, except a red one & a turquoise...both recently turning over 180,000 miles, hers owned since '95 still with stock 12" rims-so half my miles bigger ones than she drives
Though; I also like to imagine the pink as they are colored now 323s on the neighbor lady's cool old white, 289 two-door hardtop,'65 Ford Galaxie; she has driven since '88 sold her for $250 then, in her family since new. Someone about my age which is sixty-one, with a thirty-five year old daughter; herself still self-supporting and overworked living alone in the apartment above me, tending for people here in a town at a large residence facility for Alzheimer's patients.
I've been in this apartment just over five years to her ten; who a few winters after I'd been here; creamed her car on the driver's side front corner pretty good though non-injury and still drivable as a "popeye" which has gotten enough work to have one of the headlights functional and legal again-on the damaged side-if not aimed at anything in particular, either.
We've been jocular a little more than is entirely kind at times; if getting mellow together too, telling stories back and forth-encountering as one or the other is doing something to, or getting into their car. Were I a person of unlimited wealth; her car as a hybrid between NASCAR and low-rider has lots of appeal...able to leap as well as go like the proverbial bat out of hell; also copping pleasantly to stylistic trends of either discipline, done creatively to be offensive I guess?
Maybe even a 221 V-8 built to be super economical...she has overhauled the 289 by herself, though lately new wrecking yard laws have diminished her resources even claiming a parts car saved locally for her somewhere; not to mention she's no longer as wild to be working on the thing as she has been in the past: As a horse woman too, probably a much more enjoyable pastime to contemplate of the future; who remembers where we live now the town's largest, oldest apartment house ghetto, as horse pasture...a fun thought-with equine transportation, yet the current housing schemes
The commiseration about car problems is genuine enough as time goes on, with less pleasure at the other's misery; her car early "The Valdez" for an oil slick along with an instrumental "Valdez In The Country" on the radio by Cold Blood With Lydia Pense their vocalist taking a break, heard ironically on the radio from inside my place as I was outside looking at her rig's not so flattering marking of presence; now parking next to a '91 L lately "The Titanic" as I've suddenly too an even worse oil slick misery, following curiously soon after having the car overnight in the shop nearest the apartment complex-with a huge overheated waiting room to show off a sulky made for horse racing of trotters, making me feel sabotaged: One way or the other; a long story...a purchase paying through the nose $2500 June of '99 from a jet helicopter mechanic in the Coast Guard 95,000 miles ago, said to be the original owner with the engine compartment clean enough to eat off-later noticing under the glare of that once purchased, a heat distorted timing belt cover
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