So two days ago shit started going bad all around, and I was feeling a little shitty when a close friend of mine stepped in for some moral supoprt. He handed me the keys to his 1g and said "you're driving." Don't worry, thats not what my post is about, though driving that thing around was a blast. But it gets better
I'm not sure how many of you were actually lucky enough to see my little blue truck, but if you did you know how not-so-hot it is, and by hot I mean reliable, clean, etc. But never the less, I got it for $440, and it worked just fine, for the most part. Well, one night, my friend Clayton just happen to see it and decided that I should sell it to him so he could drop it on the ground and make it all wierd looking. Well I was a little distrought. Selling it sounded good to me, considering I hated that truck. But I didn't have another car. Some how, it was made known that my friend with the 1g was preparing to sell him car. Sooo, we gathered a plan.
Stephan [kid with 1g] said he wanted $1200 out of the car. This car is ugly as hell, however, the motor was re-built under 2k ago, the suspension is brand new, and some other good stuff. So we decide that Clayton would give Stephan the $1200, the truck would go to him, and the Talon would go to me. And yes, he knew how much I paid for it. Don't ask. Anyways, I decided to be a nice friend and told him I would pay for $300 of it so he could get the new front tire put on the truck and a few other little things it needed.
So we go to get everything together, and planned on making the three way trade on Monday night [last night] however, we ran into slight complications when Stephan had to run out of town last minute. But he said to go ahead with out him and told us where things were, and what not.
Well yesterday [the day we planned on going threw with everything], Clayton also took the Talon to work with him, since his truck broke down [not the one I was giving him]. On the way into the neighborhood, the car dies [which it was doing anyways, though it wasn't dying totally, it just was getting pissy at idle] and it won't start again. It finally gave in and blew a fuse. This was frustrating, as the one guy who really knows the car, was out of state completely. We tried everything and looked for everything, but nothing was working. We decided eventually to ghetto-rig it and just attach a wire where the fuse would go. We had some trouble keeping voltage up, and kept dying on us, but eventually it took to what was going on with a little bit of tweeking, and a process that started at 11:30 was finally finished with Stephan coaching us over the phone at 4 am.
It was an interesting night and I am proud to say that I officially own my first running DSM. 1990 Talon TSi AWD.
Perfect way to end a shitty few days and I couldn't be happier.
I apologize in advance. I bet this post doesn't make to much sense but I've been up since 9am Monday. Going on 24 hours. I don't get to go to sleep either because I get to work in 4 hours
Deffinately worth it in my book.
And by the way, Stephan = greasemonkey on here.
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