
Originally Posted by
peewee
I did that with Silver Bullet, the 1990 Geo Prizm I ended up with after a divorce. Turned over 200K, still running like a top. I had the conscious desire to see how far it would go. It was paid for, paint peeling off of it, free ride, right?
Well, I never had the forethought to think, where will I be when it finally pukes bodily fluid and croaks? Answer: Pulling into the Charlotte airport, outbound. I had driven an hour in morning traffic to get there, it coulda happened anywhere along the way, but Bullet got me exactly there one last time. With a flight to catch.
I'm old enough now to where I won't do that again. The very concept of "where will I be when it dies?" didn't cross my mind. Sorta like a DF Roadkill adventure. But he's got a camera crew with him if/when anything really goes terminally wrong.