My first car (originally a shitty “luxury” 1984 Ford LTD, and this was in 1996) was such an old piece of shit that I had to have a pair of pliers in the glove compartment because the power window on the driver’s side would go down and if I didn’t stop it on the way down in time, the only way to get it to go up again was to give it an assist, first with the pliers, and then with my hand.
It was also a gorgeous two-tone brown. One seriously ugly car.
My first car (originally a shitty “luxury” 1984 Ford LTD, and this was in 1996) was such an old piece of shit that I had to have a pair of pliers in the glove compartment because the power window on the driver’s side would go down and if I didn’t stop it on the way down in time, the only way to get it to go up again was to give it an assist, first with the pliers, and then with my hand.
It was also a gorgeous two-tone brown. One seriously ugly car.