> > > One of the least fun things that ever happened to me was when I blew up the engine in my car. It happened three times to the same car. The first time I was 22 miles from home. The second time I was 60 miles from home and I figured it couldn't get any worst than that. So I had the engine completely overhauled and about a year later it happened again. It was worse, much worse, because this time I was at Rabbit Ears Pass, Colorado, about 1500 miles from home. After that, I started buying Subarus and Toyotas.
> > > How"a long time ago"ard
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> > So was that first car a Ford?
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> > Ell"Doesn't mean to start a flame war"myruh
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> Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Them's fighting words!
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> Ti'drives a Ford'cia

That would have been about 1970 and the car was a 1965 Volkswagen Microbus. We were heavily loaded and the Rockies just proved too much for that little engine.
I've had a few Fords, too. A 1946 Club Coupe and a 1974 Mavrick. I don't buy Fords anymore, or Volkswagens either. I had a 1984 Nissan pickup with "the carburator from heck." I don't buy those anymore either. For me, it's nothing but Toyotas with an outside chance of another Subaru someday. I like cars that don't leave me parked beside the road. It's a bonus if they run great for 200,000 miles, drive great, and get good gas mileage. They don't have to be fast.
How"rambling again"ard