"Seat Safety Switch" (seat-safety-switch)
10/15/2015 at 11:35 • Filed to: toyota, acura, rust, mr2, canadian only models, lifted mr2
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"Seat Safety Switch" (seat-safety-switch)
10/15/2015 at 11:35 • Filed to: toyota, acura, rust, mr2, canadian only models, lifted mr2 | 8
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When they let me out of the hospital for the first time they gave me some medication to control it. I kept taking the medication. The MR2 in the corner of the garage got rustier, seemed more like an abstract concept of pain than of a willing partner in pain. I shied away from it, preferring the warm comfort of the streamlined and reliable Acura 1.7EL.
One day I ran out of the special little green pills they gave me. The pharmacist’s intern swore that they couldn’t find them either, and my doctor was in some kind of charity golf tournament. I figured if I waited through the entire day, I would probably be alright if I didn’t do anything. Well, I didn’t make it through the entire day, but I haven’t taken the pills since then, so that’s an achievement too.
The MR2 started speaking to me again, its loose panel gaps flexing and rattling on rusted fasteners in tune with its speech. HIGHER, it screamed, HIGHER, DADDY, HIGHER. I held my head in my hands, but even through the walls separating the garage from my bedroom I could hear it, muffled, screaming out to be higher and jump things.
On the phone with my ex-wife, I described the dilemma. She cut me short, not wanting to discuss the subject of the MR2 anymore. I had called her every night for months about it, she said and I realized, speaking like a madman possessed. She had enough, and the restraining order I would receive in the mail weeks later served as an emphatic punctuation stop to the conversation.
What could I do? I lifted the MR2 aloft on long-travel trophy truck suspension, fitted it with the knobby mud tires that it spoke inside my mind as wanting when I was at the store, remote reservoir shocks, hydraulic bumpstops, my purchasing a manic spree dissolving into an impenetrable fog, the haze reaching every aspect of my mind. Soon I was no longer shaving or eating.
At last the MR2 or was it me? - was complete. with that, we stepped out into the harsh light of society’s judgment, no longer vulnerable to their criticism, their slings, arrows, the imagined improvised energy weapons of capitalism. Oh, what a feeling.
I would never go back to that hospital again, in the same way that MR2 would never go to someone else’s shop again. It would be wrong to interfere with the intricate masterwork we had built between the two of us.
That’s when I saw a pinhole of rust on the rear quarter panel. That’s it, I thought, I should start looking for a new shell.
SidewaysOnDirt still misses Bowie
> Seat Safety Switch
10/15/2015 at 11:41 |
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This is good oppo. Sad that the rust monster struck! For super serial though, an MR2 with a long travel suspension? That’s totally one of my dream projects.
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Seat Safety Switch
> SidewaysOnDirt still misses Bowie
10/15/2015 at 11:46 |
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It has to happen eventually, I figure. Toyota tried it, minus the trophy truck suspension.
What I like most about this picture is that it’s obviously inside someone’s breakroom. I like to imagine someone like the protagonist drove it in there to avoid spending POR15 money on a monthly parking pass.
Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap
> Seat Safety Switch
10/15/2015 at 11:56 |
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I want a trophy truck mr2
Chariotoflove
> Seat Safety Switch
10/15/2015 at 12:20 |
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That was a good read. Vaguely disturbing, but good.