Showing posts with label 1991 ford escort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1991 ford escort. Show all posts
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Dirty escort
By:
Veronica Blake
at
10:00 PM
So drama-drama with the escort today.
Put the key in the ignition, it turned over for a split second... and then nothing.
FUCK.
Cabbed it to work (15 minutes late)
I don't have CAA so I called D-A-D. He took the battery to Canadian Tire, and they tested it. Since the battery was fine (we did learn today that the battery is a 2006) Daddy-O took it home. He noticed the terminals were a little corroded, so he cleaned 'em, replaced the battery, and now it's running again.
So YAY! my dead car was fixed, without costing me a penny. But I can't help but feel that I have more problems on the horizon. (I mean, really? The problem was a little dirt?)
Ya, it's a 1991 Ford Escort. I bought it last summer from a little old lady... there's still only 132,000 km on it. It was in perfect condition, all it needed was new tires. Other than that, the car hasn't cost me a cent. (Unlike my truck, which cost $2,500 worth of repairs just to make it road-worthy when I first bought it... not to mention all the other shit that went kaput during our tumultuous tenure together.)
And sometimes I worry I won't have anything to blog about! I'll leave you with this.
A few of my favourite things:
1991 ford escort,
battery
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Buy me a leather jacket..
By:
Veronica Blake
at
7:53 PM
And we begin ...
I'm standing in the drive way, I may or may not be smoking something illegal. I can hear the unrelenting wail of sirens on Danforth.
A parking-enforcement car slows down.
And shines a light into the interior of my '91 Escort.
And I think, "Oh shit. I better move my car off the street! I'm gonna get a ticket!"
I wonder who they were looking for. And more importantly, what did they do?
A few of my favourite things:
1991 ford escort,
police,
weed
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Cottagesky
By:
Veronica Blake
at
10:32 PM
Well. Cottagesky was awsomeness. Just what the doctor ordered. Except the copious amounts of alcohol consumed, excessive amounts of smoke inhaled and ridiculous amounts of ultraviolet rays.
The trip went smoothly, so now I feel I can take my lil '91 Escort out on the road more often. The cassette player was shite tho. My car now smells like an ashtray.
Went to visit a friend up in Huntsville. He told us his brother and friends would be there. We assumed it would be his little bro (translation: 20-year-old frat/sorority types...rich little white kids) INSTEAD, we were delighted to find his older brother there. Bunch of cool people in their 30's, who knew how to party.
Also. They cooked for us. They made BIIIIIGGGG messes at night. Each morning we would wake to find the property COVERED in beer bottles and cans, glasses, cigarette butts, empty cigarette packs, munchies garbage, etc etc. But we'd get it all clean before breakfast... and then the cycle would begin again.
It's weird now I'm in my mid 20's. I'm starting to contemplate being 30.
I don't have many a good role-model.
Silver is 33. And I feel older than him most days. I am unofficially, the oldest of the group. He's too wild and directionless.
Mr. Collins is 33 as well. Maybe he used to be a fun dude. But I don't see that. He's dull. He's lost that lust for life.
Some other people I know are cool and everything. But they're living mediocre lives.
But the people at the cottage this weekend? They are EXACTLY who I want to be when I'm in my 30's. Nice car, good career jobs, starting to settle down with a mate, but still know how to party.
Music time? What the hell. Try this on for size...
ooooh. just realized this link doesn't work. I wonder what I wanted to play... ah.. this'll more than make up for my error.
A few of my favourite things:
1991 ford escort,
30,
boozing,
cassette tapes,
cottage
Saturday, May 22, 2010
you oughta know..
By:
Veronica Blake
at
5:20 PM
Going away to the cottagesky today! ROAD TRIP!!
Gotta swing by casa-de-parents to pick up some... CASSETTE TAPES!!
For all my young fans, a cassette is like a VHS, but for music. Before MP3's and IPods? No, before CDs. Beta max? Fuck I'm old.
My car has a shitty radio, and only a cassette deck. 1991 Ford Escort muthafucka!! What-what!!
I was defiantly part of the CD and VHS generation. I got my first CD player for my 10th birthday. And my first CD, embarrassingly, was THIS!!! (be kind!)
But I did have a few cassettes, which I am desperate to find...
1. TLC - CrazySexyCool
2. Whitney Houston - The Bodyguard Soundtrack
3. Mariah Carey - Daydream
4. Alanis Morissette - Jagged Little Pill
And I think... something from Weird Al?
And now you know a little sumthin about me in the 90's :)
P.S. aparantly, I have tagged a post with 'cassette tapes' in the past. Random!
A few of my favourite things:
1990s,
1991 ford escort,
alanis morisette,
cassette tapes,
celine dion,
cottage,
mariah carey,
road trip,
tlc,
weird al,
whitney houston
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