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Good night, sweet prince.
Contributed by: Brendan Leonard   on 3/15/2006

Community assistant Eric Lubbers' vehicle rammed into a curb at a high rate of speed on Sunday night, somewhere in Littleton, causing an $1,800 "sprained ankle," as he puts it. This meant I would have to drive to our weekly disc golf course review, since his Element would be out of commission until Friday.

Then, last night, my $1,800 car was rammed into by a Pontiac Grand Prix at the intersection of 5th Avenue and Josephine Street in Denver, most probably ending its existence as a worthwhile investment.

My girlfriend and I were just returning from a trip to Circuit City on Colorado Boulevard, minding our own business going north on Josephine Street, which is a two-lane, one-way road, when a car briefly paused at a stop sign on 5th Avenue before ramming into us on the passenger side. There were expletives yelled, groceries spilled, girlfriends panicked, cars smashed and a power pole that now leans a little bit to the northwest.

However, everyone was all right, except my old standby, a 1996 Pontiac Grand Am GT with 140,000 miles on it that had seen roads in Iowa, Illinois, Nebraska, Minnesota, Wisconsin, North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, and lots of Colorado, before being hauled away by the gentleman from Extreme Towing & Recovery.

The driver's side window didn't roll down, and the passenger side window barely rolled up; the air conditioning stopped working when I lived in Arizona; the left front brake clapped whenever called upon to perform its duties; the lights in the dashboard haven't shone for almost a year now; the passenger seat won't move forward or backward; the trunk leaked; the windshield washer fluid didn't come out; the turn signals didn't shut off -- all this was before it got smashed last night. A guy I worked with in Phoenix called it a "White-trash Midwest car," and he was right. My friend Aaron said "It's kind of a meth car, isn't it?" when he saw it.

The Grand Am resembled this, at least earlier on in its life. But now its front right quarter panel is crushed, along with part of the passenger door, and the front right wheel is bent at an angle that looks like fixing it would cost more than another car would.

I suppose it's better we parted this way. After all, it mostly just sat parked on Gilpin Street for the past 10 months, besides a couple of weekend trips to Rocky Mountain National Park.

It was a good car.



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Submitted By: William Boucher
posted on 4/22/2006 @ 12:36:55 AM
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Dude, this is scary. I had a 95 Grand Am (not a GT, the 4 banger) the same color. Let me guess. The washer tube popped of the wiper at the most inopportune times. My second date with my wife was spent with her watching me upside down in the drivers seat of the car, trying to replace the flasher, conveniently located behind the spedometer. Profanity was involved.
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