Today, I'm thankful for the K car

TODAY I'M THANKFUL I NO LONGER HAVE A K CAR

Dad and Mom bought a new 86 Dodge 600. It ate the piece of the EFI that resides in the air intake. At that time, Gramps had bought a whatever-the-smaller-Plymouth is, and wrecked it. He was lucky and should not have been driving. Got "T boned" running a stop sign. But it provided the EFI component.

After Dad died in 95, Mom bought the 95 Olds Cutlass (which I later owned as well). At that time I bought the low miles 86 Dodge. I never liked the way it handled. Too "twitchy." Just never liked it. One day in mild weather, it turns out a heater hose had broken, and I did not realize it. One cylinder blew the head gasket. I ended up yanking the much higher mileage engine out of Gramps wrecked Plymouth and ran that for awhile. Ended up selling it to may neighbor later on

Other than the handling, the 600 was a nice little car. It had cloth upholstry, cruise, AC etc

I was "deeper into" amateur radio back then, and the damn thing generated a spur right in the middle of the amateur radio "two meter" band. Might have been 146.52. Anyhow you could not "scan" while driving with the handheld radio, as it would lock up on that freq, or else lock that one out.

Another part of the story is the day I bought it. I don't recall who "jumpered" me between my place and Mom's, maybe I bummed a ride from someone. Anyhow the FIRST TIME I drove the "new" Dodge from Mom's to my place--about 45 miles--a truck kicked up a rock that put a nice big "C" crack in the windshield in the top corner. This did not take long to spread clear across the windshield.