<VV> Happy Birthday Corvair???? (LONG) (humor?)
Louis C. Armer,Jr.
carmerjr at mindspring.com
Mon Oct 3 03:01:37 EDT 2005
Sooo ...............Hubblescope, In your attempts
to commit suicide we may surmise
the following: MOPAR products are more prone to
failure than Corvairs; In general, those
considering suicide do not choose Toyota's;
Corvairs previously owned by astronauts are
often purchased by "space cadets" and........
Doctors seldom work 8 hour days before they
attempt vehicular suicide !!! <GGG> It's nice to
see your post even if it's a "late" post
EH, "What's up Doc"????
t 11:13 PM 10/2/2005, you wrote:
>Happy Birthday? I'll settle for just being alive - both me AND my Corvair.
>It happened like this......
>On Thursday I was driving my '96 Dodge Caravan
>during morning rush hours, on the way to meet a
>friend, when the engine suddenly died. I
>futilely attempted to restart the engine while
>hoards of angry drivers honked and flipped me
>off, nearly hitting each other as they swerved
>madly around either side of my
>car. Fortunately, my friend was nearby when I
>called her and she was able to drive quickly
>over to my location. With her car stopping
>traffic, the two of us were able to push the
>Caravan out of the traffic lane and into a
>nearby parking lot. I called the dealer and a
>tow truck was dispatched to haul my car away for repairs.
>With the Caravan out of commission for a few
>days, I turned to my faithful Dodge truck for
>transportation. That vehicle took car of me for
>the next day, but when I came out of the house
>early Saturday morning, on my way to start a 14
>hour day at the office, I found the left front
>tire completely flat, due to a nail. The tire
>was so flat the bead had broken, so I couldn't
>easily re-inflate it and I was short on time for
>getting to work. My wife offered her Toyota, but
>I didn't think I'd be able to handle the clutch
>with the cast on my left foot. So I turned to
>the John Glenn Convertible ('64 Corvair)
>The Glenn car fired right up. I noticed the gas
>gauge was low, but the needle was still above
>empty, so I figured I would have no problem. It
>got me to work in time, no problem.
>Fourteen and one-half hours later (10:30pm) I
>left the office and fired up the Corvair. I
>glanced again at the gas gauge, but it still
>read about one-eighth tank, and being very
>tired, I decided to drive home and get gas the
>next day. I'd never had a Corvair run out of
>gas until the needle was below empty anyway, so
>I wasn't worried. I left the parking lot and
>drove to the nearest highway entrance ramp to
>take the short quick trip home. I had just
>gotten up to speed (about 70 mph) and was at
>that point on I-264 where the entrance lanes
>were merging into the highway, at which point
>the shoulder disappears for about a half
>mile. In this city, everybody drives on the shoulder lane anyway.
>Then it happened.
>The car started slowing down.
>It was SLOWING DOWN!!!
>THE ENGINE DIED!!!
>I slipped the car into neutral and hastily tried
>to restart the car -- NO DICE!
>I coasted, hoping against hope to make it to the
>point where the shoulder came back. I
>desperately wanted to get the car off the highway.It didn't happen.
>The car stopped in the worst possible spot:
>--about a quarter mile past the end of the
>shoulder and a quarter mile before the breakdown lane began again;
>--where the two ramp lanes from I-64 narrow down
>to one and begin their merge onto I-264;
>--on a curve;
>--with a tall sound barrier wall stretching 20
>feet into the air right next to the edge of the road
>---No place to escape
>---In a car with no Hazard flashers.
>I thought for a brief second or two about
>getting out of the car and pushing it. I
>quickly realized that would be
>suicide. Instead, I started pumping the brake
>pedal to alert the drivers behind me while I
>tried desperately and futilely to restart the
>car (déjà vu!), even as cars were coming up
>behind me rapidly. Several cars slowed or
>swerved at the last instance. I heard squealing
>tires; there was the sickening smell of burning
>rubber, and I braced for an impact that I
>suspected would be the last thing I would ever
>feel. In my mind I saw the crumpled rear end of
>my car; I heard my laptop shattering in the back
>seat; I felt my neck snap and my chest explode.
>But, it didn't happen that way.
>The car stopped inches from my bumper, then took
>off again, tires squealing, horn honking, finger waving, voice shouting.
>I called 911 on my cell phone and was patched
>through to the State Police. They seemed to know
>I was in a Corvair; I guess somebody must have
>called them before me. They said they would send help as soon as possible.
>In the meantime, the cars kept coming up fast
>behind me. There were several more very close
>calls, near hits (I have always hated the term
>"near miss"), and angry shouts and horns.
>This went on for an agonizing five minutes,
>during which time my right foot became so tired
>from pumping the brake that I resorted to
>pounding pedal with my casted left foot.
>I knew it was only a matter of time before
>somebody hit me. I was scared, very scared, but
>I was also sad that John Glenn's Corvair was
>going to be destroyed. I didn't dare to hope, but I hoped anyway.
>Another car was coming up fast behind me.
>Again, the vehicle stopped just in time. His
>lights were very bright. He turned on his flashers and got out of the car.
>He was driving a large pickup truck. He came up
>to the window and asked me if I needed
>help. Yes, I said, I do. He went to the front
>of my car and checked underneath, then came back
>and told me he would push me up to the pull-out
>area. He told me he would not hurt my car - he
>knew it was a classic and he respected it.
>He slowly pulled his truck up until it just
>touched my car and slowly pushed me 1-2 mph up
>to the pullout area and to SAFETY!
>Just after we got there, the Highway Assistance
>vehicle arrived. After making sure I was OK, my
>Good Samaritan (I never got his name!) took off.
>The Highway Assistance officer checked me out,
>gave me a couple of gallons of gas, and VROOM, the engine started!
>After thanking the officer, I drove to the next
>exit and pulled into the gas station there where
>I filled the tank -- 12 gallons!
>The Glenn car and I arrived home safe and sound
>about ten minutes later, with only a few minor
>scratches on the rear deck lid as evidence of our near brush with disaster.
>Somewhere out there is a kind stranger with a
>big pickup truck. I just want to say,
>All that was last night, October 1st.
>Today is October 2nd, the birthday of the Corvair.
>Today I took the Glenn car out for a spirited
>drive on the local country roads. Just me and
>the car, with the top down, wind blowing in my hair.
>Happy Birthday, Corvair!!!
>It feels Damn Good to be alive!
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