Todd Hiestand // Missional Living in Suburban America

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I’m a Proud Member of The Junky Car Club

The Junky Car Club

Most of the people who know me know that I have a sweet ride. It’s pictured to the left here.

Its a 1995 Plymouth Acclaim: Power windows, power locks, power steering. Giant Rust spot on the roof. Mass amounts of paint chipping off the roof and hood and trunk. Its runs. 110k miles. Carpet stained from years of Starbucks coffee spills because of a half-broken cup holder. (Stains are from me and the previous owner!)

The car was free. A few years back we blew the engine on our Grand Am. At that time I was working at Starbucks and the very next day, a regular customer of mine came in and said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while… but, do you want a free car?” Uh. seriously?! I could have cared less what kind of car it was!

Anyways, I’m loving the fact that I am driving this beater. No car payments. Actually very few repairs. Runs well.

And now, I am a proud to have an Elite Lemon Membership in the Junky Car Club!

Recent Comments // only me talking would be just plain silly.

  • Gabrielle said...

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    07/24/07 5:02 PM | Comment Link |

    Hey too bad they don’t do pimp my ride on the east coast, cause I think you’d be picked!;)

  • Tim said...

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    07/24/07 8:42 PM | Comment Link |

    Dude - the bird poop is amazing. When I look at it, I think of that artist Hermann Nitsch. The rust gives it character and the wheels show the speed of this beast. Its all good. Totally rockn’.

    Keep it real - Tim

  • ed said...

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    07/26/07 7:23 PM | Comment Link |

    I wonder if I qualify with my older car that’s in good shape. It fits the age criteria-ten years old-but it has low mileage and no rust.

    Maybe I should neglect it some more just to ensure a place in the club.

  • David said...

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    07/29/07 11:13 AM | Comment Link |

    I love the car. Up until five months ago I was the proud owner of a 1990 Toyota Camry. I vowed to have own it until it died, and I killed it. Unfortunately, I died at midnight at a bottom of a very steep hill that led to my sister’s house. Luckily I had my running shoes in the trunk so I tracked to the top.

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