- Joined
- Jun 1, 2001
- Messages
- 7,897
- Age
- 63
- Vehicle Year
- 1987... sorta
- Transmission
- Manual
Last summer my brother Moved to Wyoming.
Deciding (rationally) that the Escort would be just about useless
in Wyoming (considering that it would have been incapable of
getting IN to his driveway let alone UP his driveway he gave
it to my mother....
Very recently I get a call from her, "It won't move".
Turns out the tip end of the shift cable snapped off...
therein lies the tale.
I'm pretty sure that the VERY FIRST part installed into the
bare painted unit body is that damned shifter cable, because I had
to practically remove the dash and center console to get that #^*&#$^#@
out of the car.
The thought of doing it again to get one out of a donor car in the junkyard frankly fills me with dread.
what scares me even more than a herd of stampeding lawyers
is the idea that the junkyard shifter cable could break and I'd have to
do it a third time.
I have take a blood oath (as my bleeding hands dripped from the twenty or so cuts from every artfully sharpened serrated cutting edge that composes the console/dash framing) that if this EVER needs to be done again I will first BURN the car, then drown the chared remains in Holy water (regardless of how much a priest might charge to bless the contents of my swimming pool)
and only then have it crushed and shreded.
I HATE this car.
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!
AD
Deciding (rationally) that the Escort would be just about useless
in Wyoming (considering that it would have been incapable of
getting IN to his driveway let alone UP his driveway he gave
it to my mother....
Very recently I get a call from her, "It won't move".
Turns out the tip end of the shift cable snapped off...
therein lies the tale.
I'm pretty sure that the VERY FIRST part installed into the
bare painted unit body is that damned shifter cable, because I had
to practically remove the dash and center console to get that #^*&#$^#@
out of the car.
The thought of doing it again to get one out of a donor car in the junkyard frankly fills me with dread.
what scares me even more than a herd of stampeding lawyers
is the idea that the junkyard shifter cable could break and I'd have to
do it a third time.
I have take a blood oath (as my bleeding hands dripped from the twenty or so cuts from every artfully sharpened serrated cutting edge that composes the console/dash framing) that if this EVER needs to be done again I will first BURN the car, then drown the chared remains in Holy water (regardless of how much a priest might charge to bless the contents of my swimming pool)
and only then have it crushed and shreded.
I HATE this car.
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!
AD