This thought is about my car.
I own a 1985 Nissan 300zx Turbo GLL. It is black over gold. Now I will go into all of the masculine details. It has a turbo charge V6, all leather, all digital/electronic. It has an upgraded stereo system that someone stole the faceplate off of and automatic climate control. It sports 4-wheel disc brakes and Kumo tires.
Now the not so fun stuff. This car which I have name The Scorpion was born and raised in New England. This means there is some rust. There are some scratches and dings on the body, but nothing major. The engine is currently suffering from a knocking noise that I believe creates a condition that prevents the engine from running sometimes. As just mentioned, there are times where the scorpion just decides to not run. This usually happens when I need to drive it. It came with a retractible antenna that doesn't raise due to the motor not working. No antenna, no radio. CD's only, oh, wait, no faceplate, no music, period. There is a vacuum leak that I haven't been able to chase down. I think the fuel sending unit is going bad. The turn signal doesn't reset after you turn, the windshield wipers don't do intermitten, the side mirrors (which are electric) don't operate from the switches. There is a leak in the power steering system that requires the system to be topped off every so often. There is a grounded wire somewhere that cause the battery to drain if the car is not driven at least every three to four days.
I love this car. I have had so much fun driving this car. I fell in love with this type of car when I was 15.
My family has always been interested in its history. My family is one of those families that has a family tree program so we know who all we are related to. I think that maybe some 10 or 15 generations back, my wife's family might meet up with mine. Anyways, during this research process, dad met this guy, Marcus Davis. We hung out with Marcus on a fairly regular basis, thinking that we might be related somehow. During that process, Marcus wanted to sell his jet black 1988 300zx. It sat in our yard and driveway for several months. I used to get in it and play with stuff and think of how cool it would be for me to drive this car. Dad didn't see it that way. Marcus ended up selling it to someone who one month later totalled the car and only paid him $100. Marcus told us he wished he had've sold it to us. I have wanted to drive one of those cars ever since then.
Fast forward many years. We moved to Connecticut with the navy with only one vehicle. The second having been sold to pay for the move. I went 10 months with only one vehicle when I finally go tired of being stranded at work or at home. I started searching and I came across my Z on an auto sales website. It was rekindled love at first sight. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten it, maybe I did the right thing by getting it. I guess only God will be able to tell me when we meet up in heaven. I have driven this car for just over two years now. I am hooked. I know that if I had've gotten that 1988 as my first car, I would still own it now and probably would own another.
Right now the Z is parked in front of the house because it decided that it didn't want to drive on a regular basis. I started taking the minivan to work and making a schedule with my wife so that we can share the same vehicle. I hate it. I wish that my Z would work. I did a little shopping for another vehicle as the wife periodically tries to convince me to sell off the car and get something else. We always seem to come back to the Z and just get it fixed. We have come around again and I am going to take it to get looked at so that I can know how much I have to save up to get it fixed. I don't ever want to sell the scorpion. I will be a very happy man if I am sixty years old and I can go out to the garage that is specifically built for one car and drive out the scorpion with the T-Tops off on that beautiful day.
Time will only tell how close to that I get. We currently live with my in-laws because we cannot afford any kind of rent/house payment. God will take care of us. He has so far and I know that he will continue in the future.
Thanks for reading.
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