It seemed only fitting that I break out a comedy selection that any BangShifter could relate to, considering what I’m going to be doing today. While you are reading this, I will be pushing, shoving, swearing at and loading up the totaled-out Ford Explorer that is going to become an engine donor for our project Mustang, on a day where the temperature has taken a dive back to the freezing mark, after it’s rained like a mother here for the past couple of days. I will be wet, I will be cold, and I will be the definition of ill-tempered…it’s just my nature, and all of the grievances will be directed at the lump of SUV that I’ve spent the last month trying to acquire. Don’t make sense out of it, you’ll get a headache.
We’ve all been there at some point or another…that moment when the four-wheeled device that normally is the center of our attention becomes the pointed focus of irrational anger, utter annoyance, and is nothing more than a two-ton pain in our ass. I’ve been there with cars that were in much better shape than what’s left of this SUV, which is why I fully intend to look back on the event of strapping it onto a car trailer and dragging it a couple of hours back to BangShift Mid-West with laughter in the end. Kind of like the car that I’ve always pictured when listening to this song. I was thirteen when Ode To My Car started getting played on the radio, in both censored and uncensored versions (thank you to the pirate radio station operating out of Seattle!) and had just started work on my second car, the 1979 Cutlass that belched white smoke even though there was no sign of head gasket failure anywhere. The bashing of the car that “smells like my shoe” rang true then, and will ring true as I push the bashed Ford up onto the trailer.
(By the way, this is the censored version. Family site, remember? You can find the uncensored version if you want.)
