May 25, 2007

Day: Whenever, I lost track.
Tips: $20
Cars Driven: Lost track.

Awards:

Raggediest: 199X Plymouth Breeze. 2.0L, 5-Speed. Door either doesn’t open or doesn’t close. Needs engine and transmission mounts yesterday. Check engine light on. 175,000 miles. Parking brake does NOT work. Broken ignition cylinder. Scratches and dents everywhere. Car looks good from a distance.

Cleanest: 2007 Dodge Grand Caravan SXT. 313 Miles. That’s probably why it was so clean.

Smelliest: 2002 Jeep Liberty. 3.7L, 5-Speed. 250,000 miles, smelled of several day old McDonalds. Maybe a Fish Filet sandwich. Not a pleasant drive.

Most Expensive: Mercedes Benz R350.

Stories of the day:

The Breeze. This was quite an experience. I came to the port, when my supervisor asked if I could drive stick. I replied by shaking my hand and raising my shoulders. Supervisor says “Take it, go practice. You can’t hurt it.” That’s when I found out about the ignition cylinder and the lack of a parking brake and other crap. Took me a while to figure out how to start it properly. I learned all the quirks to this beater quickly. I could drive it every day if I had to! Oh yeah, and no tip. I got something on the back of my pants due to that car and I still haven’t figured out what that might be…

Volkswagen Passat: Um, dude, have you heard of a gas station? I know it’s expensive, but considering that it took me 30 seconds to turn over your engine, and it was running rougher than a ‘90s Ford Escort. After I gave him his car, he ran out of gas right next to the station. I saw him pushing it in when I got another car.

Honda Build Quality: 2005? Honda Accord. I got so sick and tired of the interior rattles, I slammed the door, which probably either:

1. Fixed the rattle
2. Created a new rattle
3. Caused something to fall apart.

Chevrolet Weedahoe – OK, a Tahoe. I know, I’m not funny, but it had about 3 frickin marijuana blunts sitting in a storage bin, next to a lighter. Somebody was and will continue to have some fun in here!

Man, a double axle F350 + a parking garage = don’t mix.

*Attention All Supervisors: Just because I was forced to take a stick does NOT mean I know exactly HOW to drive stick!!!!!!!!*