Everything looks so small and trivial from way up high. Have you ever walked through a scrapyard at twilight and looked at all the discarded and forgotten cars collecting dust, smashed up and rusting in heaps? Broken glass and missing headlights, strange oblique lines that seem like they should be straight. You can see the future by looking at what we’ve discarded in the past. Those things could still have a use, but it’s cheaper to toss them in a pile and forget they ever existed. All the old cars still have stories that nobody will ever hear or know, but it’s burned into their tattered shells like the memory of the mannerisms and habits of the last drivers to ever occupy those spaces. They’re like anti-ghosts. They linger on even after the lives that they once contained have moved on to new spaces.
I dunno, I get into weird moods whenever I have to fix up my crap car. I like scrapyards. There’s always something old to see.
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The future is so clear to see. The past repeats itself. You don’t want to live that. Stop it before it starts. Stop it before it starts.
This is why birth control is such a fine thing.
I don’t mean it like that. I guess it’s about personal experience. I think the people who know they don’t want to reproduce won’t be reproducing LMAO. And those that either don’t give a fuk or want to reproduce, well you can’t stop them ha. Nobody is trying to though LMAO.
You got that right. Yeah I knew you didn’t mean it like that but still, with just a tweak, that would make fine advert copy for birth control. *smile*
youtu.be/FqT2uOa1-d0
This is what childhood has to say about scrap cars.
That was painful to watch. I saw this movie about 30 years ago but missed the significance of this song back then. In fact, I put this song in my most watched playlist because it bears replaying.
You know, call it a form of protest, symbolic if you will, but I have kept our aging cars running well and cleanly. When my old car is doing 65 mph I find it is going just as fast as a shiny new one going 65 mph.
Bit relatable, isn’t it? Odd how many very, very adult moments get shoved in to things geared at children. Probably a good thing, maybe better if they didn’t mostly go straight over our heads, might at least ease some isolation later.
I think that’s called taking care of what you got, and well done for that. I admit I’m rather ignorant when it comes to vehicles, tho I pester my car people to explain what they’re doing my truck when working on it… some of it will stick.
I used to pester my car fixing people too. That got me started looking into DIY books and eventually some of the better DIY’s on youtube. Somehow the thinking skills and exertions required to keep the aging cars healthy, welcome, and useful started to rub off on my personal life.
I plan to replay that piece from The Brave Little Toaster again today. Those old cars were entirely dependent on some one top see their value, or not.
I actually think of that song every time I’m tugging at a window regulator, or prizing off a radiator. Bit ‘o childhood, that.
As far as new vs old cars – I never buy cars. I kind of luck into them or inherit them from people who don’t need/want them anymore. That’s the case with the current klunker I’m driving. It’s not that old (2003), but I try to keep it in good running order. Problem now is the engine has started to ping – lifters, or maybe something else in the manifold breaking. Still, cheaper to fix it than replace the whole car, so that’s probably what I’ll do. I might take it to a garage to get a proper DX, but I’ll most likely do the fixin’ myself. I don’t have one of those fancy diagnostic computers, sadly.
Here is a video I found while researching a different aspect of car maintenance. As I watched I saw it bears a relationship to pinging. Just be a little patient with the engineer and you’ll see her thought processes are excellent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B6SHa4qv60
On man. I just watched “worthless” youtu.be/FqT2uOa1-d0 song again. The scene that really gets me is the scene where one vehicle drives itself to the crusher. Ok, the ending of that truck is the same as all the rest but at least it had some kind of control over it.
Well, he did used to work on a reservation. I’m sure he’s seen some shit.
After enough shit maybe any truck would just drive to the crusher.
Depending on who owned it, it might yearn for the sweet release of being turned into a blender, post-recycling. “After hearing the Dixie Chicks ten thousand times, the whirring white noise of churning carrots doesn’t seem like such a bad change.”
So if that truck had a retrofitted CD player in it then that is possible!
“Here we are, guys. Right where we belong. You got your Edsels, Norges, Dumonts… and Eddie Wilson. Together at last, creating our own incredible monument to nothing. Here’s to nothing, fellas. Here’s to nothing!”
I just looked up that quote and found some other gems from the flick: “They’ll find a way to screw us, they always do. Guys like you and me, they strike oil under your garden and all you get is dead tomatoes.”
Geeze. The dialog here makes me sad that the writers today are so damned lazy. Good quote, btw.
I ponder in scrap yards too. Like how come a car was very valuable at first and then somehow some years later isn’t worth just what it would have taken to to fix it, I mean like an engine repair or something like that. I wonder why we as population are so willing to have them yet loath to understand their inner working’s.
Airplane scrap yards affect me profoundly too. Old airliners were once a real luxury to ride in, an escape from the every day. These have been discarded in favor of densely packed highly populated super utilitarian machines.
I keep wondering when a similar irrelevance will be found with me.