Life has a way of screwing with your plans and kicking you in the nuts when you're down. Jalopy, shit sled, disaster. These are the names I have called my 2nd FD. I've seen alot of crappy FDs around but I'd say my newest one is one of the worst. When you pick up your car and on the way home, you get a call from the seller saying that they see coolant on the driveway, you know you might be in trouble. When you first see the car and the seller is standing in a way to cover up some chassis damage, you might be in trouble. When you take a look in the engine bay and it looks like a hobo has been sleeping there, you might be in trouble. When the rocker panel has a dent larger than your head, you might be in trouble. When the chassis looks more "experienced" than the heartiest geriatric prostitute, you might be in trouble.
When your FD has wheels like this...
You might be fucked.
This is my journey. This is my rolling pile of disaster, sorrow, heartache and bad luck. This is the story of shit box. Saddle up and prepare to cry (or laugh you smug bastard).
Thank you Dan for the perfect name for my car. Hahahahaha.