Post by blues90 on Jul 16, 2021 20:25:12 GMT -5
My only mode of transport since 91 is this 73 VW squareback air cooled I bought in 1985. Took a year at work when I had spare time and on week ends to fix what needed and paint it myself.
I was fine working on it a year ago and did some major work in 2017 to get the fuel injection bugs sorted out.
The last few weeks since it's an automatic trans fully automatic. There is this neutral safety switch on the floor shifter. I decided rather than end up stranded to take the thing apart and see what was going on.
It took me 4 hours haven't had that apart in decades. I did this 3 days ago and still my neck and ribs and back hurt.
I fixed it , it was just in need of a good cleaning and they way it's designed it's a real choir to take apart and worse back together.
I guess I'm just to old and the last year is worse. I don't have anyone to help and if I could find a rear wheel drive car or pickup from the 90's with a 4 cylinder stick I would sell this old thing for whatever it's worth . It's to difficult to get parts and with the engine in the rear bending over is a killer.
I fear I'm just stuck and basically tired of everything. I still play guitar when I don't need to do other things. It's so hot and humid here and I can't handle heat let alone 75% RH.
I do wonder how much longer I have left pushing 73.
I don't post much hear any more because I am running out of things to say.
To add to all of this for the last 3 weeks who ever goes through the trash cans appears to get great joy out of finding glass jars/ bottles and breaking them right when I need to go down the driveway to the street so I have to go out and sweep this crap up so I don't get a flat and can't afford new tires.
This seems to be some sort of trend because I see broken glass almost everywhere I drive and now we have this step van so called ice cream truck that comes everyday and plays this tune the stops with hello and then repeats this insane electronic tune as close to torture as one can get. Probably selling drugs.
When I moved to Calif in 81 it had some issues , by the 90's it got worse they were ripping everything like small homes down and building monster abominations . This has evolved to the point where I don't even recognize it or what used to be where.
I see more U hauls and moving vans loading up to get out of here, I don't blame them. If I had a way out of here and knew where to go we would be gone. I've never felt so stuck in my life , trapped in a nightmare. The worst part is I'll probably die here.