So let's inject a bit of humor..... or one of my stories if I may.
Got a funny story about brake fluid and tires.
Back in the 70's one of the coolest things to use for doing burnouts was....
you guessed it...... BRAKE FLUID!
Talk about BIG OL' SMOKIN' BURNOUTS!!!!!!!:hotrod2:
(Even from cars that didn't have any horsepower!)
Then there was a "trick" where you could fill your windshield washer reservoir with brake fluid, run a length of fish tank tubing to one (or both) of your rear wheels, take a bit of coat hanger and neatly (ummmm) affix said tubing here and there and sure enough..... you were driving a Top Fuel Funny CAR! Im the MAN
Now I didn't do it, but I knew guys that did. (
I'd just dump the fluid on the ground and do it that way.)
So...... I had this 77 Celica liftback and it was oh I dunno'.... somewhere in the mid 80's and I sold the car to my little brother. There was NOTHING wrong with it, averaged about 6000 miles a year I think about 80K on it when I sold it to him.
Well he had heard the story about the brake fluid, the coat hangers, and massive burnouts.
So I get a call from my Mother one day.... yadda' yadda' yadda' about just how big of a piece of junk this car was, and that I had ripped my little brother off. (
Although THEY were the ones that always paid his way, well into his mid 30's actually!) So I'm trying to figure out what she's talking about and then my Dad gets on the phone, tells me that the clutch fell out of the car and my (poor little) brother had it up on jack stands and that I NEEDED TO GET MYSELF OVER THERE AND HELP HIM!

Say WHAT?!?!?!?!!!!:wow:
So I get there, not to pleased that they had jumped all over me, telling me what a scumbag I was. Get on the creeper, slide myself under the car, and LOW AND BEHOLD...... you guess it..... that jacka$$ had run tubing from the washer reservoir to the back tire(s) and not only was the clutch gone, but BOTH back tires were bald. This was in LESS THAN 30 days!
Needless to say, I snatched that crap off the car, including half a dozen pieces of coat hanger. Then I went in the kitchen, threw it all on the table, told them DO NOT CALL ME, (along with the story of what he'd done) and got into my rollback and left. :nomore:
Hat in hand was the best way to describe my next interaction with my folks. (It was their hat, in their hands!) :dblthumb2: