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In early 86 I ended up in a divorce and needed a cheap car that got better than 10 mpg that my 3/4 ton pickup was getting so off I went to visit a dealership buddy of mine and found a 76 out on the used car side. My buddy was the manager of the fleet department and told me to tell the used car manager he had sent me over. With only 12000 miles on it, it caught my eye but it had been kept outside and it was sun baked. Paint and interior was good though but belts, door gaskets and hoses were...well, hosed. After I quit laughing when the used car manager told me 3500 and saying that Gary sent me over for a decent deal and not a rape job I ended up with it for around 1100 bucks. The only real down side to it was I had to drive the snot out of it just to keep up with the traffic going to work every morning.
Things got a bit excited when some guy started picking on it because his Vega was bigger and faster I guess. Seems like twice a week we ended too close to each other and ended up squaring off. Biggest problem was I didn't appreciate him messing with me tailgating and then passing really close and then cutting me off when he got back in front. Thing is, traffic wasn't all that bad and he didn't need to be doing this crap plus I was usually in the right hand lane too but he didn't seem to care. After about 2 weeks of this crap, I started driving my gas hog 3/4 ton 400 powered 79 Dodge pickup until we met again. Keep in mind this beater of a truck had a mild build on the 400 and even with the stock 3.55's and 29" tall tires, it would click off a 15.40. Not exactly a ball of fire but fairly respectable of 1986 and it had a really nice interior and the body was solid but had a few whiskey dents....not my dents of course.
Anyways, my intention was to make him aware of who I was and the fact I didn't care for him and his crap and it worked! One morning I saw him about 300 feet ahead of me so I slowly kept getting closer and closer and closer until it looked like my truck was about to crawl into that POS Vega's hatch! He hit the gas to try and drive off but that didn't do any good and I mirrored every move he made for about 2 miles and yelling at his dumb *** to hit the brakes because I wasn't gonna. Doing 75 in a 55 zone (hell, didn't know a Vega could go that fast!), he finally threw up in hands like he was saying "uncle" so I backed off and changed lanes. He slowed down too and that's when I pulled beside him so he could get a good look at who I was and he knew it at that moment.
From then on he never messed with me and my Colt again but I didn't keep it too long after that. Sold it a few months later to a guy at work that wanted it for his daughter to drive back and forth to school and I was happy to unload it on him. It was just too small and under powered to suit me plus my fuel mileage wasn't that good because of the way I was driving it and slow small cars do not get any respect on the road when you're running with a bunch of other red necks in a hurry to get to work.
Things got a bit excited when some guy started picking on it because his Vega was bigger and faster I guess. Seems like twice a week we ended too close to each other and ended up squaring off. Biggest problem was I didn't appreciate him messing with me tailgating and then passing really close and then cutting me off when he got back in front. Thing is, traffic wasn't all that bad and he didn't need to be doing this crap plus I was usually in the right hand lane too but he didn't seem to care. After about 2 weeks of this crap, I started driving my gas hog 3/4 ton 400 powered 79 Dodge pickup until we met again. Keep in mind this beater of a truck had a mild build on the 400 and even with the stock 3.55's and 29" tall tires, it would click off a 15.40. Not exactly a ball of fire but fairly respectable of 1986 and it had a really nice interior and the body was solid but had a few whiskey dents....not my dents of course.
Anyways, my intention was to make him aware of who I was and the fact I didn't care for him and his crap and it worked! One morning I saw him about 300 feet ahead of me so I slowly kept getting closer and closer and closer until it looked like my truck was about to crawl into that POS Vega's hatch! He hit the gas to try and drive off but that didn't do any good and I mirrored every move he made for about 2 miles and yelling at his dumb *** to hit the brakes because I wasn't gonna. Doing 75 in a 55 zone (hell, didn't know a Vega could go that fast!), he finally threw up in hands like he was saying "uncle" so I backed off and changed lanes. He slowed down too and that's when I pulled beside him so he could get a good look at who I was and he knew it at that moment.
From then on he never messed with me and my Colt again but I didn't keep it too long after that. Sold it a few months later to a guy at work that wanted it for his daughter to drive back and forth to school and I was happy to unload it on him. It was just too small and under powered to suit me plus my fuel mileage wasn't that good because of the way I was driving it and slow small cars do not get any respect on the road when you're running with a bunch of other red necks in a hurry to get to work.