Hooniverse Weekend Edition – Howdy!
Editors Note: This weekend, Hooniverse will be running a series of posts introducing you to some of the new writers who are now in our part of the Hooniverse. Please meet Scott by way of his Chevy, and let him know how much you appreciate his contributions.
That’s me in the photo. I was born in Detroit, but I grew up in Wichita, Kansas. I lived there until 2005, when I moved west to Salt Lake City, Utah. I was a bit of a wreck when I finally left Kansas – I hadn’t taken care of myself, I was unhealthy and generally run-down. Since then, I have turned a corner in life. Click through for more about me, my turnaround, and my new life.
What happened, really, was that I hadn’t really been in a good relationship for quite a while back in Kansas. My last one had sort of faded out as we both grew older. Call it changing interests, call it life…who knows. I found myself alone and left out in the cold. So, I let myself go. But then something happened, I met someone special over the internet. He lived in Utah, but he saw something in me that nobody else had…potential. One day, he showed up at my door and took me home.
But it wasn’t easy leaving Kansas. I am a little ashamed to admit I broke down several times before I was even out of the state, but he was patient, and helped me through. I persevered through that trip – probably the toughest one of my life. My reward? A whole new lease on life. I got myself back into shape, I started caring about my appearance again, and I even got a new rack. Most importantly though, I had a new relationship. His name is Scott.
Scott loves spending time with me. He fixed me up when I was run down, he gave me new threads, and made me feel good about myself again. We have been on several road trips, one of them along Highway 1 in California all the way From L.A. to the Golden Gate Bridge.
But every story has a twist, and this one is no different. What I didn’t know on the way back to Utah (though maybe I should have) is that Scott is a polygamist. It took some time to get used to the idea, but since I was such a project when we first met, I grew to appreciate the fact that I split time with his other ladies. Currently, there are five of us. His first lady is estranged, she doesn’t live with us, but he still talks about her and says “someday” a lot. She looks a lot like me. His second, a Japanese lady, is the one he spends the most time with. He takes her to work most every day. She’s not too interesting, but she is young and reliable. I am the third. The fourth was a bit of a shock…a midget? I suppose it takes all kinds. Finally, the newest member of the family – another Japanese lady…but a bit older. Nobody seems to like her. I suppose she looks like a someone from his past.
In the short time I have lived here, there have been maybe a dozen others that have passed through our house, but this lifestyle must just not be for them, because they only stay a while, then move along. One of the recent ones – Marleen or something – I thought she would stick, but she was a Rambler. For those of us who stay, Scott has plenty of love to go around, and we give it right back.
You can read more of Scott’s postings by clicking here.
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Weird, my cars have male names.
Welcome, Scott! You have a lovely wagon, and that was a great introduction. Good job!
Longest set up I've ever seen. But nicely done. Glad to see you can be good to all those gals. Must be a SLC thing.
Well done and welcome! I've already enjoyed your writings. Now go show your ladies some love!
Thanks! I was just heading out to get some work done…
I have my fingers crossed that you daily-drive a candy-striped Plymouth Arrow 'froot truck', but I expect she's the older of your two Japanese consorts.
Welcome. My own 2.8-car fleet is rather more homogeneous, save for their understood genders, and there doesn't seem to be much jealousy. Of course, this also means that I can state that your wagon's prettier than anything in my driveway.
The Arrow is my current project, and won't be driven in the winter. (Did you read that post about salt? I don't even want to go outside myself.) The daily driver is a first-gen xB, which has been a great car.
Given that my car history encompasses four Volvos – two 244s, a 745, and an 855 – I completely respect your appreciation for, ahem, box.
As for salt, the 745 entered my life for just that reason – '90+ models were amazingly well-galvanised for their era and true to form, mine has no rot despite having been beaten senseless for twenty New England winters, while the 244's driver's side rocker panel needs a thorough grind, patch and prime before it's ready for salt. Now, Japanese offerings prior to the mid-'90s or so… well, I wouldn't drive the Arrow in the winter either.
Ha! You had me for a while, at the new rack part I was getting seriously confused, funny intro
I don't know if it's just a total lack of imagination on my part, but my cars only get names if their index numbers explicitly spell them. My first car, the Triumph, ELR90Y, became Elroy, my Saab, K909EYO became Eeyore. In fact, Eeyore was a pretty apt name, the Saab was slow, dim-witted and handled more like a donkey than a stallion. But it was extremely loveable.
Neither the Audi nor the Rover have indexes that lend themselves particularly to names, the closest the Rover ever came to one was when my work colleagues made up a "vanity plate" that summed the car and it's character up to a tee…
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Welcome to my favourite corner of the internet. A pleasure having you here.
My father never made a habit of naming his vehicles, but a couple of years ago, he needed a car, and a friend with a body shop got him a fair deal on a rebuilt Civic.
The car had been sold, at one point, by Ralph Pontiac-Honda of Rochester, and still bore the dealer-applied sticker on its trunklid. A gummy-rubber keyring from the same dealership hung from the ignition key. 'RALPH' was printed on each in definitive block capitals.
'Ralph' it was.
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Yes! We need some before and after shots of that wagon!
Ask politetly! And I don't think she likes to be called "that wagon".
Geez
I meant it in the nicest way of course!
sweet ride. Looking forward to a post with more details about it. Welcome to the club, your writing style tastes like more!
That's a good idea. I will try to put something together with actual information on the wagon.
By the way, you can read all about the midget over at my personal blog, http://needthatcar.com/category/ev-midget-build/
Just did that, it seems like really fun stuff, and temptingly not-super-hard. How'd you learn to weld? You've refueled my ambitions to build some kind of legend/midget/cyclecar/quadrascooter thing.
I learned to weld by buying a welder and then just practicing. My neighbor is a metal sculptor, so he gave me a lot of tips and pointers, but mostly it's all about torch time. I love welding and fabricating, they are very rewarding.
Torch time is king is right. I just went through reading as many welding books as I could get my hands on in anticipation of getting access to welding equipment again, and even though I know a lot more about process and the machines, my welds still suck…
Only one thing to do about that.
I started reading, but I think it might be too much fun for me. I'm already too tempted to spend my free time in irresponsible ways (that's how my wife sees it at least).
Both my grandfather have passed away already, but I'm sure neither of them had anything exciting automotive related tucked away for their grandson to play with
Man, that took me waaaaay too long to catch on. I'm more of a polyamorist when it comes to cars, because I like to share. Welcome.
This dude as twisted as me. My eight cars and my insurance agent bid you welcome!
Yeah….that took me waaaayyy too long to catch on. Nice job!
… "new rack" …heh.