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When I lived in LA my then 'room mate' Euan had a 1979 Oldsmobile 88 from which the air con freon had leaked away and the paint on the roof had faded almost down to the metal. One evening he announced after a few bevvies that he wanted a 'car without a roof' - and I said: Whit? A convertable? And he said: 'Naw, a car withoot a roof. A roofless car!' And the very next day he arrived home with a borrowed angle grinder and he and his golf caddie buddies vied for who was going to wield the giant cutting blade whilst swigging beer and having a mighty fine time. So he'd started out with a rattly, saggy faded old sh!tter with a rumbling small block V8, and simply added more flexibility and sharp edges all round. It was terrifying to be in - not helped by the fact that the seat belt anchors were now located in the back garden attached to the roof. And especially whilst catching air off yumps at 85mph.
A few weeks later I'd fallen asleep on the sofa after midnight in a drunken stupor and he called to say that the battery had caught fire whilst it was parked outside the Viper Rooms on double yellows and he needed me to come in my van and bring him home. So being young and stupid and still pissed I set off in my pyjamas to pick him up. I said jump in, he said 'Naw, pull in behind and give it a push! I cant leave it here, it'll get towed, and I said oh for fu ks ake where do you want me to push it to? He said Home!
So, being easily influenced, I did. The Olds, being without battery, was consequently without lights and indicators - and without a turning engine had neither power steering nor power brakes. And drums all round.
And so I shunted him, zig-zagging down/across/down/across/down/across the quieter streets the four or five miles from Sunset down to Melrose. We encountered not a single other vehicle - and especially not the rozzers.
Peugeot? Pah.
A few weeks later I'd fallen asleep on the sofa after midnight in a drunken stupor and he called to say that the battery had caught fire whilst it was parked outside the Viper Rooms on double yellows and he needed me to come in my van and bring him home. So being young and stupid and still pissed I set off in my pyjamas to pick him up. I said jump in, he said 'Naw, pull in behind and give it a push! I cant leave it here, it'll get towed, and I said oh for fu ks ake where do you want me to push it to? He said Home!
So, being easily influenced, I did. The Olds, being without battery, was consequently without lights and indicators - and without a turning engine had neither power steering nor power brakes. And drums all round.
And so I shunted him, zig-zagging down/across/down/across/down/across the quieter streets the four or five miles from Sunset down to Melrose. We encountered not a single other vehicle - and especially not the rozzers.
Peugeot? Pah.
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