By naterisch
04/20/2015
Last week, the Turkey was on the block—the auction block, that is. I’d set it up as a no-reserve auction with a $200 starting bid, and clear wording, in big bold text, that if the final bid exceeded $1,500, the car’s front grilles and kidneys would be included, but would be excluded if the bidding stalled short of that figure. This was my way of trying to prop up the car’s value as a whole running package, as well as some good old-fashioned economic self-interest: I could easily sell just the set of grilles on eBay for something north of $300.
By naterisch
04/13/2015
Cars without passion are just transportation. Drivers without passion are just operators. I can still recall the exact moment when I first fell in love with a car; it was the summer between my junior and senior year in college. I was at Fort Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania, attending ROTC Advanced Camp—essentially, basic training for officers.
By naterisch
04/12/2015
Last week, I discovered that the cause of the Turkey’s lack of functional clutching and braking—the Turkey is a derelict 2002 that has taken up residence in my driveway—was that its brake reservoir was empty. I filled it and bled the clutch to functionality, and tried to bleed the right rear wheel (the one whose wheel cylinder was seized), but didn’t get any fluid out.
By naterisch
04/06/2015
Surely, after all these years, there must be something to my life, something more significant than the allure of the internal-combustion engine, but there are days I find myself asking, like Melvin Udall, what if this is as good as it gets? And I know that it’s time to get back on the road.
By naterisch
04/06/2015
Last week, I’d freed the stuck rear wheel of the Turkey—the not-quite-a-parts-car 2002 I bought for $250—and then had the glorious moment when I twisted the key and bore witness to a quick and easy engine start. All of a sudden, the car was transformed in my mind from dead, and I really have no idea how dead it is, because—well, it's DEAD, to This thing can actually be started and driven onto a U-Haul for the next owner.

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