Tonight, I’m stealing my first automobile, advice

[Cono Este]

If CE still lives in SL, there's a non-zero chance he'll get shot at. If the body shop is across the river, bump that up to in the mortuary.

I’m loved in E St. Louis, only college educated white dude willing to go over there. It’s no joke, swear I saw a body in a bush.

These guys, bunch of fat, cardinal fans, total knobs, like most St. Louis douche bags.

[Djongo Unchained]

Please take your car back at night without notifying them.

This.

x kajillion.

I’m loved in E St. Louis, only college educated white dude willing to go over there. It’s no joke, swear I saw a body in a bush.

These guys, bunch of fat, cardinal fans, total knobs, like most St. Louis douche bags.

And you just handed over the keys to your ride to said knobs? ^^


College of hard knocks?

[BmillsSkier]

You know what they say about a body in a bush?

It's worth two in the hand.

[AmmergauerTele]

Go back to the insurance company and tell them you need a "like" type of car. I had a Tahoe get hit....they tried to give me a Ford Fiesta or some crap. Told them I wanted a "like" car as I need the space for the family, etc. I left with a Suburban.

[Harry]

You know what they say about a body in a bush?

It's worth two in the hand.

“Don’t put your fingers where you wouldn’t put your face.”

[BmillsSkier]

“Don’t put your fingers where you wouldn’t put your face.”

Sage advice.

[Touring_Sedan]

Go back to the insurance company and tell them you need a "like" type of car. I had a Tahoe get hit....they tried to give me a Ford Fiesta or some crap. Told them I wanted a "like" car as I need the space for the family, etc. I left with a Suburban.

That only works if that is a feature in your policy or the person at fault. Otherwise you'll be listening to the agent laugh out loud as they hang up on you. Most policies don't include rental coverage.

[abraham]

Instagram Live. Make sure to stream whatever it is you do.

[Ted Striker]

Somebody's gonna find a stranger in the alps!

[Cono Este]

This.

x kajillion.



And you just handed over the keys to your ride to said knobs? ^^


College of hard knocks?

I was too busy, I shopped last yr when the hot rod took a foul ball, but its my busy work season.

Anyway, I had the son lined up for the drop, but the operation has been waved off.


When I was getting my second root canal in a week, the manager called and said he’d put the bumper back on today, but never called.

So we jump tomorrow,, latest weds, then ski season starts.

[fastfred]

Most of the dentists posting in here have lots of cars and yer stuck with what a nineteen year Old would drive around? Shit man I can't seem to have enough of them myself

Ps enjoy your vacation you need it get on it

[muted reborn]

This a much more exciting start to a ski season than mine. Kudos!

[ötzi]

I stole my car out of an impound lot in Hampton Roads Virginia in 1983 after a Dead show and it all worked out fine. I say go for it.

[pfluffenmeister]

you gotta be strapped for this. don't know what you might run into. and if things go south, they'll throw on armed robbery which means mad street cred.

How's he gonna check the spare when his car's in the shop?

[BmillsSkier]

I stole my car out of an impound lot in Hampton Roads Virginia in 1983 after a Dead show and it all worked out fine. I say go for it.

These are the stories that we need to post more about.

Kinda like the one of you taking out all the power to Long Island or something like that IIRC?

[ötzi]

Well, not all of Long Island. Just Huntington. Well, and Hintington Station. And Lloyd harbor and Cold Spring Harbor and I think part of Northport.

[BmillsSkier]

See? There's layers to a story like that.

[Conundrum]

"The Downstate Chronicles"

[Aldo]

“Pontiac dulls shine of Gold Coast”

[ötzi]

Those two stories involved the same car, actually.

[BmillsSkier]

Every great car has more than one good story to go with it.

[MontuckyFried]

Plugging in some of the above posts to ChatGPT, it created this tale for us. Allow me to present to you...

The Downstate Chronicles

In the hazy summer of 1983, after a Grateful Dead show in Hampton Roads, Virginia, I found myself carless, staring at the chain-link fence of an impound lot. The keys to my rusting Pontiac sat tucked in my pocket, their metallic edges biting into my palm like a dare. The show had been transcendental, but post-Dead logistics weren’t my strong suit. Long story short, I stole my car back. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but it all worked out fine. Well, mostly fine.

The Pontiac’s engine roared to life like it had been waiting for me to free it, and I sped out of Virginia toward Long Island, leaving a trail of dust and questionable decisions. My plan was loose—return to Huntington, maybe Huntington Station, definitely swing by Cold Spring Harbor. Lloyd Harbor too, and maybe Northport if time allowed. “Well, not all of Long Island,” I explained to a hitchhiker who’d hopped in somewhere near the Chesapeake. “Just the Gold Coast parts, you know?”

The hitchhiker, a wiry guy named Max, laughed. “Pontiac dulls shine of Gold Coast,” he said, tapping the cracked dashboard. “But I dig it. Let’s see what this baby can do.”

We rolled into Huntington under cover of darkness. My aimless nostalgia collided with Max’s penchant for mischief, and before long, we found ourselves outside a power substation on the edge of town. Max dared me—what if we killed the lights? Just for a moment, just to see what would happen. It wasn’t a serious suggestion, but the combination of leftover Dead-show euphoria, adrenaline, and impulsive recklessness was a potent cocktail.

When the lights of Huntington—and Huntington Station, and Cold Spring Harbor, and Lloyd Harbor—blinked out like the universe itself had sighed, Max and I exchanged a look of horrified exhilaration. “Taking out all the power to Long Island wasn’t exactly the plan,” I muttered, as the darkness pressed in.

We didn’t stick around to see the aftermath. The Pontiac growled back onto the road, headlights piercing the night as we tore away from the chaos we’d left behind. Long Island’s Gold Coast wasn’t glowing anymore, but for a fleeting, reckless moment, life burned brighter than it ever had.

~FIN

[ötzi]

Oh the Pontiac died that night on Long Island. It definitely did not roar back to life.

[ötzi]

That's the night I found out that on Long Island there's only 8 hours a week when you can't buy beer - from 4 AM to noon on Sundays. Apparently they want you to sober up for church. It was about 4:02 when I walked into the store. I wasn't too happy about that. It had been a rough night.

[neufox47]

Make sure you aren’t committing felony trespass / breaking and entering even if you’re trying to get your car back.


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