So many car enthusiasts have stories about how cars influenced their lives while they were growing up. I grew up in the back of minivans and cheap Saturns listening to radio WLS 890 AM. Sure, I didn’t understand what those talking heads were saying, but the memory remains deeply imprinted in my brain. I even learned how to drive a manual in a Saturn SC.
Jason’s son, Otto is off to a great start with so many experiences involving a wide variety of vehicles. Many of them even break down, like Jason’s F-150. DysLexus:
Someday, in that not to distant future, Otto is going to meet somebody special in his life.
Just then it will hit him that not everyone grew up with dad who managed to have them both stranded at least on a semiannual basis. His young life has been shaped by being stranded in a canoe, American pickup, small weird French, Japanese, German and Swedish cars, AND a cartoonish Chinese electric cart. All for the purpose of automotive exploration and enjoyment of a car loving public.
It will make him absolutely unique and special. I reckon he can explain that fully to his therapist or I guess he can use that topic entitled “how I survived my international shitbox childhood” for his prestigious college entrance essay if he is so inclined.
RustyJunkyardClassicFanatic:
Tis the Otto cycle of life…
Tong Thrower:
You meet the nicest people in a shitbox.
TheDrunkenWrench:
It keeps leaving you stranded because you less than half-ass attempt to make it reliable. A quarter ass? Can it even be identified as an ass at this point?
The fixes on this poor thing come on such a lethargic timeline, that it’s like painting the Golden Gate bridge.
By the time you fix the last thing, you’ll have to start back again at the flywheel problem.
That being said, it’s great entertainment for us. So please, continue.
The Car Accumulator (perfect name):
I may be an idiot too, but as an Autopian, being on a first-name basis with your friendly local tow truck driver seems…normal.

Thomas wrote about the Maserati Barchetta. LTDScott had a ridiculously deep cut:
Looks like where Kirk Van Houten sleeps.
Here’s the reference:
Have a great evening, everyone!









Thank you! Thank you DysLexus for the great comment that I could reply to!
Thanks Mercedes!
Both of my kids needed to know how to change a tire before driving it on their own. Neither of them work on anything, and one of them drops by for me to work on. I apparently failed at raising anyone thrifty…
Don’t worry about it. I recently acquired a shitbox, opened the trunk and realized the spare was flat. It still is, but that’s ok, because it didn’t come with a jack or a lug wrench either.