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• Recently got rid of my crown vic it was nice. My wife and i moved to NJ and we only had one car, we just happined to pass by a classic car lot and we stopped in to to take a look. I fell in love with a beautiful 1972 olds red with little work to be done. I thought since we just moved and all the bills i have i'm not getting it, i shook the dealers hand and my wife turned to him and asks him if he would lower the price by 2k he agreed and she bought it right there. She called it a late wedding present. how bad ass was that.. i love my freakin car but my wife is numero uno.

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• We were having a frat party and like normal, it got a bit drunk. We ate gold fish live, and partied hearty. It got a bit late, and two of the frat brothers had to take their girlfriends home. About an hour later, we heard a loud arguement coming down the stairs. The two guys were totally bozos, and managed to find each other in the night. Each claimed the other ran the stop sign, but they managed to meet each other in the middle of an intersection. Both cars were pretty smashed, but we laughed well into the morning.

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• I was using my parents old GMC diesel van to drive to high school since my car was out of commission. It had the old 6.2 liter mechanical injection, and it was a bitch to start in the winter. I went to head out at the lunch period, and it was cold as hell out. I cranked and cranked, and like an idiot I had no idea that cranking a starter for a full minute with no breaks was a bad idea. So naturally, I broke the starter. You know who came to the rescue? My mom! She changed out the starter in 14 degree weather while I went to my classes! The starter is about 25 pounds, so I have no idea how she held it up and put the bolts in, but way to go mom! Even though I had to turn in my guy card, I'm proud as hell of her.

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• My dad had a 55 Chevy that had a broken gas gauge. Whenever we'd go for a cruise, I'd always ask if he had enough gas and he always said "Of course". 8 times out of 10, we would run out of gas. Everytime that he ran it out, since we had no cell phones I would usually have to run home to get a gas can. One time when he ran out, it was by a corn field that was between us and the house. It would be 1.5 miles to skirt around the field, and about a mile if I went through the field. Wanting to save time, I ran through the field. I'll never make that mistake again, I not only ran right into a barbed wire fence I didn't see, I also came out with a few dozen cuts all over my arms. Corn is sharp when it wants to be!

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• Another time on that same Harley, I had even more misery. The previous owner had put a thunderslide kit in the carb, and it made the gas mileage terrible. Because my Sportster had a 3.3 gallon tank, I could only go 75-85 miles between fillups. I was cruising in the middle of Missouri, and I knew it would be a long way before I saw much population, so I filled up first chance I got. Much to my surprise, the next closest gas station was 110 miles away! I had no clue about this, so I rode on. I had already put my bike on reserve for the past 15 miles, when I saw a sign saying the closest town was still another 10 miles. Not knowing what to do, I kept going. With 5 miles left, the bike began to cough, so I slowed down to 25 and rocked the bike back and forth to try and squeeze out the last drops. Surprisingly, I actually got to the off ramp for the town when the bike finally died. The bad part? I had to push the bike uphill on the off ramp, and then push it another mile to the gas station! Right after that, I ditched the thunderslide kit and got a bigger 4.2 gallon tank. The bike has a range of over 200 miles now, but I'm damn sure not gonna find out just how far ever again!

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