I have been driving a 1993 Chevy Caprice for almost six years. My dad owned the car before me, and only drove it to Atlantic City (twice a month), and Philadelphia (several times a week)...my mother used it for shopping and running into things (see the several dents in the passenger side door for details). They gave it to me when my last car died (exactly three months after I made the final freaking payment).
The Caprice has served me well. It's got a V8 under the hood and it can blow almost anything else off the road (not that I would ever speed, perish the thought).
God help me, but I love this car.
It's big, a friend of mine said that it was like driving a sofa down the street...someone else said that a family of six could comfortably live in it.
Last Summer I put in a top-drawer sound system, so now, you can hear me coming before I get there!
It's also survived several indignities; like the time the Mexican guy at the car wash lost control of it and drove it into a goldfish pond...really, he hit the gas instead of the brake, and I watched, my mouth agape, as the car sped past and came to rest in a shallow body of water. (I got a years worth of free car-washes after that incident).
But lately, I fear that some wily gremlins have taken over the car.
There have never been any motor problems with her. The only repairs have been things like tires, brakes, and the occasional windshield wiper.
Back to those gremlins: I just put a new battery in her a few weeks ago and all was well, and then the other day as I was driving home from work, singing along with the radio (Hotel California by the Eagles), she went blank on me. The music stopped and I said out loud, "Oh man!" And then the steering wheel went stiff. I realized I had lost all power...so I drifted over to the side of the road, put her in park and faster than you can say, "Poltergeist", everything came back on! I started her back up, and drove home with out further incident.
Upon arriving home, I popped the hood, took a look and nothing seemed amiss. I fiddled with the battery cables and they seemed snug; nothing looked out of sorts, so I closed the hood and got back in to her and started her up again and drove her around the block, and she pulled the same stunt again -- blacked out and then came back to life.
I called the mechanic and this morning I drove her over there, Whatshisname followed behind with a cell phone and triple A card in case of any misadventure; and guess what? I drove the entire nine miles to my mechanic's shop with out anything going haywire. She purred like a kitten, all electrical apparatus working just fine.
So, I left her there for the mechanic's to diagnose and do whatever it is they do to earn that ungodly amount of money they charge per hour that'll make her all better.
We shall see.
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