Another legend bites the dust in a pile-up.
Three boneheads were following me too close, wet highway, rapidly stopping traffic for no good reason, three crunched tailgaters, one bent legend. And no, I didn't hit the car in front of me.
No one was hurt.
The only consolation was seeing that the butt-ugly ford taurus that hit me was worse off than my car
88 legend, the tightest engine bay and the most overcomplicated monster I've ever worked on. Milestone? The first automatic that worked the first time after I reassembled it.
Best thing about a legend with crappy paint? Tromping on the gas at the top of a highway ramp and blowing past all the pricks who refused to yield to merging traffic, most excellent, doing it while nonchalantly chomping on an apple, better yet.
I'm off to the dark side, a civic EXV, fueling the legend was killing me.
Keep on re-soldering those black boxes!
Thanks to everyone, and sam o nela in particular, for a terrific forum!