15.08) "You better watch what you say about my car. She's real sensitive"
15.08) "You better watch what you say about my car. She's real sensitive" Arnie Cunningham in Christine
I like my car. I mean look at the name here; riv_fan, you have to love a 1971 Buick Riviera it's a great car, it's the car of my dreams, always has been.
Okay so it doesn't have any if that fancy stuff you get with modern cars but it's got style. I mean you just need to look at the lines on it to see that. It's not too flashy but people are still going to turn and look when they see you driving down the street. They're still going to respect a guy who drives one.
I've wanted on since they came out, when I was just a kid who couldn't even drive. It took years for me to save enough to get one. I mean years, Rivieras were already not the cutting edge by the time I got mine in the 80's. I mean I like the early editions, the 1971's, the 72's, you know the third generation. I bought mine when they were already on the sixth generation. Those later ones weren't the same though, they didn't have the same... je nais sa quois.
Of course not everybody liked Rivs. My ex-wife didn't. The only way I could afford one was when I got married and we had joint savings. I spent all of it on a Riv. For some reason I thought Angie would be pleased, she wasn't. We did have a lot of fun in that car but I think sometimes maybe if I hadn't bought it my marriage wouldn't have ended up the way it did. Maybe I shouldn't have married someone who wasn't the same Riv fan I was.
That was my first Riv. I loved that car. I had it for years. Then I met Fraser. I mean it was in the shop when I first met him and started riving round the city, I had to borrow this Mercedes form my cousin, it just wasn't the same. I was so happy to have my baby back. Of course she didn't last a year thanks to Fraser.
Okay so i was the one that blew my car up but it was Fraser's idea. And it was life or death. Not that it made me feel any better. I had a lot of great memories, that car was full of them. My first Riv, my marriage, maybe it getting blown up was a sign. At least the lighter survived. Seven years it took me to find that lighter. When i first got the car a few of the parts needed replacing but that lighter was the hardest to find. I never used it, I mean I knew it would work, I just didn't want to risk it. If you know if your soul you don't need to use it.
I looked over for a new Riv but they're not easy to find. I mean I had to go to Buffalo to get that first one. Then Fraser points and there's one, just driving the street, with a for sale sign in the rear window. Can you imagine that? It;s like, I don;t know, destiny. I run after it to try and get the guy driving to stop but he doesn't. Least I memorised the phone number. I could also tell it was a '72. Not that I care.
So I get my new baby. I mean she's beautiful, perfect condition. Sure it's missing a lighter but that's easy to replace, right?
I can't blame the death of that one on Fraser. I mean he tried to stop it. I lost more than a car in the fireball. I lost a friend and colleague, Detective Gardino. I miss my car but...I don't like to think about who that bomb was meant for. Everybody knew it was my car, made it easier for Sorrento to set things up with me and Zuko. I lost Irene around the same time too. Three deaths, only one was a car, the other ones hurt a lot more. I nearly lost Fraser too, when all he was trying to do was find the guy who did it.
Fraser was a great help when I was looking for a new car. He knew I needed a Riv and he was there helping me out with a '71 my cousin Al had picked up for me. I mean the car wasn't mint, hell it had been welded back together, but I figured if it didn't last then it wouldn't matter so much. And yeah it was missing a lighter. Weird the only thing that survived the death of my '72 was the lighter, it's a good luck charm.
Problem is Rivs aren't exactly cheap to insure, especially when you have a Mountie who likes leaping out of moving vehicles, or tries. So I had the insurance money from the payout after the death of the last one (they didn't pay out for the death of my first baby they said I couldn't claim it was killed in the line of duty) and I had enough to buy the car and pay the insurance. Or I did until Fraser got involved in one of his crusades.
I gave away most of the money to a bunch of people on the street so they could go listen to Benny filibuster so he could save the run down building he calls home. For the first time in my life I out someone else above my love for Rivs. Yeah. It was more important for Benny to talk until his throat hurt to try and save some dive than it was for me to buy a mint Riv.
It was worth it though. I used up all my money but I scraped together s thousand bucks to buy the Riv off Al. I told you it wasn't mint. It was missing a lighter too. At least I had that part.
It's nice sitting behind the wheel of a Riv, brings back memories of when I got my first 1971 Buick Riviera all those years ago. Maybe this one will last, maybe it won't but love for a car isn't everything. I don't think. Maybe. No, it isn't. I learnt that the hard way.
I like my car. I mean look at the name here; riv_fan, you have to love a 1971 Buick Riviera it's a great car, it's the car of my dreams, always has been.
Okay so it doesn't have any if that fancy stuff you get with modern cars but it's got style. I mean you just need to look at the lines on it to see that. It's not too flashy but people are still going to turn and look when they see you driving down the street. They're still going to respect a guy who drives one.
I've wanted on since they came out, when I was just a kid who couldn't even drive. It took years for me to save enough to get one. I mean years, Rivieras were already not the cutting edge by the time I got mine in the 80's. I mean I like the early editions, the 1971's, the 72's, you know the third generation. I bought mine when they were already on the sixth generation. Those later ones weren't the same though, they didn't have the same... je nais sa quois.
Of course not everybody liked Rivs. My ex-wife didn't. The only way I could afford one was when I got married and we had joint savings. I spent all of it on a Riv. For some reason I thought Angie would be pleased, she wasn't. We did have a lot of fun in that car but I think sometimes maybe if I hadn't bought it my marriage wouldn't have ended up the way it did. Maybe I shouldn't have married someone who wasn't the same Riv fan I was.
That was my first Riv. I loved that car. I had it for years. Then I met Fraser. I mean it was in the shop when I first met him and started riving round the city, I had to borrow this Mercedes form my cousin, it just wasn't the same. I was so happy to have my baby back. Of course she didn't last a year thanks to Fraser.
Okay so i was the one that blew my car up but it was Fraser's idea. And it was life or death. Not that it made me feel any better. I had a lot of great memories, that car was full of them. My first Riv, my marriage, maybe it getting blown up was a sign. At least the lighter survived. Seven years it took me to find that lighter. When i first got the car a few of the parts needed replacing but that lighter was the hardest to find. I never used it, I mean I knew it would work, I just didn't want to risk it. If you know if your soul you don't need to use it.
I looked over for a new Riv but they're not easy to find. I mean I had to go to Buffalo to get that first one. Then Fraser points and there's one, just driving the street, with a for sale sign in the rear window. Can you imagine that? It;s like, I don;t know, destiny. I run after it to try and get the guy driving to stop but he doesn't. Least I memorised the phone number. I could also tell it was a '72. Not that I care.
So I get my new baby. I mean she's beautiful, perfect condition. Sure it's missing a lighter but that's easy to replace, right?
I can't blame the death of that one on Fraser. I mean he tried to stop it. I lost more than a car in the fireball. I lost a friend and colleague, Detective Gardino. I miss my car but...I don't like to think about who that bomb was meant for. Everybody knew it was my car, made it easier for Sorrento to set things up with me and Zuko. I lost Irene around the same time too. Three deaths, only one was a car, the other ones hurt a lot more. I nearly lost Fraser too, when all he was trying to do was find the guy who did it.
Fraser was a great help when I was looking for a new car. He knew I needed a Riv and he was there helping me out with a '71 my cousin Al had picked up for me. I mean the car wasn't mint, hell it had been welded back together, but I figured if it didn't last then it wouldn't matter so much. And yeah it was missing a lighter. Weird the only thing that survived the death of my '72 was the lighter, it's a good luck charm.
Problem is Rivs aren't exactly cheap to insure, especially when you have a Mountie who likes leaping out of moving vehicles, or tries. So I had the insurance money from the payout after the death of the last one (they didn't pay out for the death of my first baby they said I couldn't claim it was killed in the line of duty) and I had enough to buy the car and pay the insurance. Or I did until Fraser got involved in one of his crusades.
I gave away most of the money to a bunch of people on the street so they could go listen to Benny filibuster so he could save the run down building he calls home. For the first time in my life I out someone else above my love for Rivs. Yeah. It was more important for Benny to talk until his throat hurt to try and save some dive than it was for me to buy a mint Riv.
It was worth it though. I used up all my money but I scraped together s thousand bucks to buy the Riv off Al. I told you it wasn't mint. It was missing a lighter too. At least I had that part.
It's nice sitting behind the wheel of a Riv, brings back memories of when I got my first 1971 Buick Riviera all those years ago. Maybe this one will last, maybe it won't but love for a car isn't everything. I don't think. Maybe. No, it isn't. I learnt that the hard way.