Ok, so this story starts off last week when my daily driver...my minivan or (warwagon) as it is commonly refered to breaks down...leaving me with my 94Z and my 97T/A to get me to and from work. Today my keys come up missing for the Camaro, leaving me with the TA...this is where it gets good. I start the Trans-Am and head off to work...in the pouring rain...and as I head out of my Sub-division and down the road (down hill) the car begins to shutter...then it craps out. I am coasting down hill trying to re-fire the ol' LT1 when a cop patrol car pulls up behind me and turns on his lights. I try to dump the clutch, and crank and crank and the old car just wont start.so I pull off the road, negating ANY chance of a clutch dump start. I am standing there DRENCHED from head to toe with absolutly no chance at getting home under my own power, so I reluctantly ask the cop if he could push me to a safe spot...which he does. I sit on the side of the road for a bit and my neighbor comes by...the same neighbor that helped push my Camaro home (over a mile) after it crapped out a few months back. We hook up a cheasy tow line to the radiator crossmember (I know bad idea, but have you ever had to tow an F-body with a Ibach pro-kit?) and his Nissan Frontier helped tug me home...no bending of crossmember. Anyways, I figured I would share this wonderfull day with you, as it is coming up on Christmas and you could use some good cheer.

Charlie

 

Murphy at it again.

 

Did you, at least, avoid a ticket???

 

Haha, at first the patrolman seemed perterbed that I happend to break down under his jurisdiction, thankfully his ill temper only went as far as a sneer...as if to say "kids think they own the road"...my guess is that I narrowly avoided some form of citiation.