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Originally Posted by Radar Chief
You guys are lucky, Mrs. Radar is the exact opposite.
Got her a hotrod toy ’57 Ford and when she drives it, which isn’t very often, she drives it like a grandma, burns the shit out of the clutch driving it everywhere 2nd. But her Jeep Liberty she drives like a maniac.  Drives me crazy.  |
I have to have an automatic (700R4) in mine so the wife can drive it and when she does, she limp wrists the thing so badly that it legitimately makes the car angry. The shift points/shift kit are set for a little more aggressive driving and when she goes out there and soft shoes it, it makes those shifts even rougher than they already are. At this point I'm half tempted to just drop a Muncie rock crusher in it so she just won't even try any more.
Then I'll take over and she'll get all bitchy because I ran the tread off it. Woman!! It ain't a ****in' hybrid! It's a noisy, smelly, ill-handling, hard-starting rattle trap with fewer safety features than our daughter's Power Wheel. The only saving grace is that the designers were kind enough to make sure that the steering column actually pierces your chest in the event of an accident so you won't suffer or have to fully grasp that you just murdered a unicorn - it's the Chevy 'euthanasia' package that came standard on all late 60s era muscle cars.
It gets 8 MPG and needs premium fuel. It can't be taken out in the rain and even if you wanted to take it out in the snow it probably wouldn't start. I've spent more maintaining it this year than I've spent in the 4 years I've owned my Sedan and that thing has 80,000 miles on it. There is NOTHING sensible about this vehicle and I'm getting shit from you right now for breaking the back end loose?!?!?! Get the **** outta here with that...