Bought a car because fuck it of course I bought a car. Get hyped.
Alternate title: You Can’t Break What’s Already Broke
$650 got me a running driving 1997 Buick Riviera.
DAT INTERIOR THO
3800 Series II = POTENTIAL.
Gran Touring coupe FTW
Boaty floatness awesomeness
World’s lightest steering
World’s coldest A/C
Last two-door Buick
Hardly see them around town (yay unique~)
Nice stock sound system
Automatic climate controls (set temperature and let the wizardry do its magic)
That trim piece around the radio is real wood because luxury
Driver’s seatback adjust motor jammed
Steering wheel loose
Transmission slips slightly in 3rd
A/C compressor wheel wobbles and makes the belt chirp
World’s most warped brake rotors
Front shocks are blown because of course
Retractable antenna I give no shits about doesn’t work
Seat belt has been “modified” for fat people, need to re-stitch breakaway safety loop
Dry-rotted-to-hell tires are getting replaced tomorrow. Gonna take out the driver’s seat and see if I can do anything about that adjustment motor, and try stitching the seatbelt back tonight. If I have enough time (lol doubt it) I might take a look at the steering wheel hub nut that appears to have backed off.