YOU ARE A NUTTTT !! Should be a short story writer.Quick update and then the real story.
They're replacing the bushings and shocks (3 to 5 days).
Shocks apparently got bent slightly in the carnage.
But they said everything else looked ok. I'll go have a look when they
get it back on the lift for assembly. Of coarse they looked it over to
make sure it hadn't been hit by something, they have no idea why it
failed and apparently noone else has had this issue.
As for this car's history. We bought it new mid year 2010. It has
a little over 11K. Never recked/repaired.
It's actually my wife's ride and she babies the
hell out of it. I don't get to crazy when I'm in it. I've probably rolled
the tires over twice on take off. I do love to scratch 2nd, 3rd and
4th when I have the room and don't mind getting hit when she's with me.
I wheel hop'd it once going to 2nd but
very brief, I lifted and re-engaged.
Given the driving style, I won't upgrade any of the
components at this point but I'll deffinetly be keeping an eye on it.
I'll re-post after I get to see it on the lift.
In reply to Furious' post.
Here's what really happened.
Wife and kids where off to six flags today soooooo.......there
I was. Pack of Marbs rolled up in my sleeve. Reds not lights, coarse
you can't call'm lights anymore.
Candy in the right seat. I know, I know, but that's what name
she gave me. We'd met a few minutes earlier in what, I would immediately
find out, was a heavily surveillanced area of town.
I'm running 70 down a pothole infested back alley with two Johnny laws on my ass.
Buildings to the right, a drainage ditch to the left, I grab second
and power slide from behind a Crazy Carls adult novelty and sandwich
shop (you know the one). I'd mis-judged the turn slightly causing
the left rear to glance off a small retaining wall bordering the ditch.
Candy was flying all over the car.
I compensated with more throttle and as the tac hit twelve and a half
it was a smooth transition onto a narrow two lane only to be met by
red lights and railroad cross bars in the down position.
That's not a big deal I thought, been there done that. But as the
tire smoke cleared a bit, a glob of pink grabs my eye. A group of
"walk for the cure" folks consume the right lane. But again, it's
just another day at the office.
A little extra correction, ease the throttle a touch and increase
the arc. We settle into the left lane and dohh!!
Yea, you guessed it. A bus load of school kids sitting in my preferred
path of travel. Eye balls as big as dinner plates, jaws hanging
inches from the gum incrusted floor board of a 1997 Blue Bird.
They looked amazed as the machine and the man within, seemed, just
for a moment, to merge into one, one living organism, one
purple (PLUM) living organism of determination and focus.
My only chance was to veer farther left, off road? Plum has gotten
me out of more than one pickle, but I'd never asked her to go
Speed was my ally, but before my brain could finish
the decision, left foot, and right hand, thinking on their own,
had coordinated to put the pistol grip into the three hole. On the
other hand (or foot), possibly out of complete terror, or shear
boredom, right foot remained mashed against the floor board as if
made of lead.
Over the curb, and across a short patch of blue bonnet's before
rattling across the exposed tracks and down a slight embankment
on the other side. The 4:15 out of Pamosa missing us by mere
Back to second with a slight fishtail and onto a smooth gravel road.
I could hear an awful groan coming from behind and when I looked
back I could tell she was done. Rearend drooping, fluids oozing
from every oriface, nails broken. Yep, Candy was finished.
Ol' Plum on the other hand was solid as a rock, purring like a
kitten. She'd pulled me out of another close call but what
happened next might have caused her to break.
I've probably said a little to much already so I'd better keep
the rest to myself as not to upset my better half.