Well like so many others on here.
Last night at 7pm I retired the CB7 to the junkyard.
The whole day prior to that night..I had spent at least 3-6 hours just driving it around since it would be the last time for me driving the car. I made a short vid using my gfs digital camera...sort of like memories type of deal.
And I also took the last couple pictures of it as well.
The whole day I was down about the whole deal. The reason why I had to get rid of it was because of this situation below:
I got a 1995 Ford Ranger XLT Supercab 4x4 for Xmas for free from my parents, I had found out about this last Friday when I was supposed to put my new Brembo rotors I had just purchased like a week prior to all this last minute news. I thought I found a new owner which was gonna be my cousin but my stepdad and uncle had gone to him and mentioned it would cost him around 500 bucks just to have the brakes put on along with the windshield and two new tires and front coils and struts(everything was added up)..so I called my cousin and he had changed his mind about taking my car.
My issue was this, it was a FREE fucking car, I thought I was doing this kid a fucking favor and save him from having to do payments on another new used car. Yeah mine may have needed parts put on but shit I could've done it myself with the help of a friend of mine. But no not one person wanted anything to do with it.
I asked one kid but I needed him to act fast on it. In the end I said fuck it. I took the parts I wanted off (strut bars and radio)..and then I began the 30 minute ride to where its final resting place would be.
During the ride there it seemed like it was taking an eternity...I remember all the things I had done to the car all the memories I made (smoking the reefer and fishbowlin the car, finding out another use of the back seat to just the long trips I took to the beach just to watch the sunrise) in my car.
I listened to that familiar sound of the 2.2 liter F22a6 I had swapped 3 years prior for the last time before shutting it off.
So on Jan. 4,2005 @ 7pm...after 272,504 thousand long miles..4745 days 113880 hours and 13 years of ownership since 1992, and 4 years of my time since 2001 the car was finally handed over to a junkyard with a set of copied keys.
Like I said it was a sad night...felt like something part of me was gone forever.
So in the end....I took the original key, the only one left serial number:7402 and hung it around the rearview mirror of my truck.
No matter what I'm loyal to this site..even though I have a truck now. I'm never straying to far. I think in about a couple years I'll pick up another one.
It was great fun while it lasted thanks guys you all are family to me here.
Last night at 7pm I retired the CB7 to the junkyard.
The whole day prior to that night..I had spent at least 3-6 hours just driving it around since it would be the last time for me driving the car. I made a short vid using my gfs digital camera...sort of like memories type of deal.
And I also took the last couple pictures of it as well.
The whole day I was down about the whole deal. The reason why I had to get rid of it was because of this situation below:
I got a 1995 Ford Ranger XLT Supercab 4x4 for Xmas for free from my parents, I had found out about this last Friday when I was supposed to put my new Brembo rotors I had just purchased like a week prior to all this last minute news. I thought I found a new owner which was gonna be my cousin but my stepdad and uncle had gone to him and mentioned it would cost him around 500 bucks just to have the brakes put on along with the windshield and two new tires and front coils and struts(everything was added up)..so I called my cousin and he had changed his mind about taking my car.
My issue was this, it was a FREE fucking car, I thought I was doing this kid a fucking favor and save him from having to do payments on another new used car. Yeah mine may have needed parts put on but shit I could've done it myself with the help of a friend of mine. But no not one person wanted anything to do with it.
I asked one kid but I needed him to act fast on it. In the end I said fuck it. I took the parts I wanted off (strut bars and radio)..and then I began the 30 minute ride to where its final resting place would be.
During the ride there it seemed like it was taking an eternity...I remember all the things I had done to the car all the memories I made (smoking the reefer and fishbowlin the car, finding out another use of the back seat to just the long trips I took to the beach just to watch the sunrise) in my car.
I listened to that familiar sound of the 2.2 liter F22a6 I had swapped 3 years prior for the last time before shutting it off.
So on Jan. 4,2005 @ 7pm...after 272,504 thousand long miles..4745 days 113880 hours and 13 years of ownership since 1992, and 4 years of my time since 2001 the car was finally handed over to a junkyard with a set of copied keys.
Like I said it was a sad night...felt like something part of me was gone forever.
So in the end....I took the original key, the only one left serial number:7402 and hung it around the rearview mirror of my truck.
No matter what I'm loyal to this site..even though I have a truck now. I'm never straying to far. I think in about a couple years I'll pick up another one.
It was great fun while it lasted thanks guys you all are family to me here.
Good luck w/ the new Ranger project!
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