Famous Automotive quote...Let's hear them!!

[David88]

Very funny stuff! Great to read.

"Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't quit drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln." -Charlie Ryan

Hear it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0FWoJ3kRuA

[Axlander9289]

My pappy said, "Son, you'll burn in hell, if you don't quit drivin' that Festiva L"

Have you heard the story of the hatchback race where the Geos and Hyundais were setting the pace?
That story's true I'm here to tell. I was the kid that was driving that Festiva L.
It's got a Capri motor and it never knocks. That Festiva body makes it look like a ....

I'm the Weird Al of car songs.

[twisted]

"if ya aint first, your last" -Ricky Boby's dad

[91blufestiva]

"model T Ford and a Tank full of Gas" -unknown

[sam.1956]

"This car gets 42 MPG... who's laughing NOW?"
... a sticker on the back of my Festiva's hatch

[25Horseplay]

Whle working on a car................."Oh oh"!

[wcbarker]

anything For A Festiva!!!!!!!!!!!

[Damkid]

Whle working on a car................."Oh oh"!

my version isn't allowed outside the arena but the first word is the same and the second word starts with "s" :lol:

[elcamino1]

Second is the first loser!

[dahodges]

If you can read this, please roll my jeep back over.

Or something like that.

David

[Icedawg]

^^^

[CHills]

Drive 55, Stay alive! (not that I ever follow it )

Some days you're a bug, some days you're a windshield.
- Price Cobb

If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
- Earl Wilson

Not really a quote......
...but I can't listen to this and NOT laugh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd7lu8QzdgA

[bobstad]

What Couldn't Be Worse?

Comment from the woman who got me a $125 room in Eureka, CA after the winter I'd spent homeless there '98-'99 which allowed me to save enough to buy my '91 Festiva...she'd been on the other end of the phone from a newspaper ad I answered doing a favor for her friend who owned the rooming house, but when I got out of there I'd ended up with an apartment close to where she'd lived I'd say hello to occasionally.(I "enjoy" a fixed income from social security disability and SSI; since early in '85)

"The only thing worse than having a car; is not having a car."

Hmmm...(?)

[bobstad]

Well, here we go!

"The faster you drive 'em, the longer they last."

Some old guy giving advice to high school kids wondering who would kill themselves...I guess?(not as irresponsible as the guys who'd buy under age punks alcohol, but familiar with the breed; we knew them all!)

Thinking more about this, I think that had been heart felt advice from a real sage; meant to penetrate the same...the father of a pal, who was a diesel mechanic who ended up running a rock crushing business with his son; a graduate of the Cleveland Institute in Seattle who'd once pitted on the Miss Exide crew.(Red was a teetotaler unlike his son my pal)

I'd once been driving stoned on reefer with my friend after ten one night(his drugs I'm sure) about 40 miles northeast of Seattle one January; and had gone backwards off a forty foot cliff at 70 mph in my red moderately trashed '67 Mustang fastback* I'd just taken the chains off of that morning, a treacherous two-mile grade covered with glare ice which had looked dry at the bottom, all the way to the crest of the grade I'd almost gotten over, when my rear tires began to spin and I'd slide even if I had the brakes on, so that I'd had to let the car roll to keep out of the deep ditch on the uphill side of the road and see what would happen steering over my shoulder with a steep drop off to my left.(the road teed at the bottom of the grade, with a tall bank opposite)

I'd finally gotten in wider and wider arcs trying to steer backwards and keep in the center of the road, when my left rear fender clipped the berm of snow the snow plows had left on the down hill side of the road and we'd spun around 180 degrees and off over the cliffside as my friend who never wore seat belts pushed so hard into the dash with both hands it had flexed inward about five inches as he'd commented cooly, "well, here we go..."

We'd landed hard but on all four tires at the same time, so that the motor died; then I'd started up and drove to a fence with a gate we'd had to have the farmer who owned the field unlock, which was too muddy to drive through anyway since he tossed hay to his cows over the gate, who'd towed us through with his tractor in the middle of the night; who over hot chocolate his wife fixed told us five people had been killed the last time that had happened.

I'd only suffered a dent in the driver's side door of little consequence where I'd clipped off a fence post as the car had gone under a barbed wire fence which also left scratches on the roof.(Interestingly the farmer and his wife were parents of a cornetist in the high school band I'd played saxophone in my friend had been the tympanist of a few years prior)

I'd gone back there the following spring and coasted from the perpendicular culdesac road I'd noted we'd pulled abreast of at the crest of the hill and was going 70 mph at the spot I'd found right next to a telephone pole where we'd gone under the barbed wire fence.

My friend was actually the fast driver, who'd had a '70 440 GTX w/tri-power he liked to get the local cops to chase him in, until the fateful day he'd eluded capture as per usual, but had run head on into a little old lady in the middle of the road going around a corner in her '59 Chevy wagon, just a short way from where he'd still lived at his parent's house.

The courtroom was packed with admirers to listen to the policeman driving the chase car describe this event which took him an hour and a half to tell, my favorite part being when my friend had gotten the cop on his tail going around a stop sign in a 55 gallon drum filled with concrete at a five way intersection in town they'd evidently spun broddies around until they all were very dizzy; which yielded a $1500 citation.(I avoided those like the plague since my income was always a pauper's compared to such friend's, let alone my distinct desire to survive in good health to a rip old age, etc.)

*Plain Jane 289 2-barrel, three speed; a repo from the wife with children of a soldier who'd gone to Viet Nam I'd installed Sears steel-belted radials and Monroe-Matic load levelers on all four corners of I bought with 120,000 miles and sold with 300,000 which then still only used half a quart of oil between 5000 mile changes and had needed a set of plug wires and a new clutch two guys just out of the navy bought and had the body fixed up and primered the last I saw it.

[bobstad]

"I'll still be building Festivas when you're quoting Marx!" -Hugo Chavez(ha, ha...I made that one up...my favorite Marxism; "the only antidote to mental anguish is physical pain" which certainly applies to automotives, no?)