tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263183685364131312.post713605967932389845..comments2023-09-16T10:53:49.712-05:00Comments on Round and Square: Seinfeld Ethnography (46)—Needle's on EmptyRound and Squarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12034747929658750371noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263183685364131312.post-60385380122670553502014-04-03T14:34:29.372-05:002014-04-03T14:34:29.372-05:00There is something terrifying and releasing about ...There is something terrifying and releasing about it. Gotta give it a shot.Round and Squarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12034747929658750371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263183685364131312.post-34031300879616163302012-04-10T22:29:01.857-05:002012-04-10T22:29:01.857-05:00heh no way rob... I was driving a 1984 Toyota Coro...heh no way rob... I was driving a 1984 Toyota Corolla Tercel in high school... same color as in that picture too! Unfortunately after I let him sit in my grandma's pasture since he broke down about when I graduated in 2004, in the past year or so she finally had him taken to a junkyard somewhere I guess (now that I think of it I can probably get him back, there only being a couple of places in northwest Wyoming they could have taken the car...).<br /><br />My brother and I were out driving around in the desert, and thought that we had just gone too far below the slash when the car died. Unfortunately after we walked a couple miles back home (that very night I had to accept a scholarship at the senior awards ceremony and barely made it) and got the car hauled back, turned out that the shifter fork was broken off in the trannie. And to replace the transmission, you actually have to take the whole chassis off the car... I'm not going to give up hope yet though. Though part of me feels so terrible and guilty for taking the transmission beyond the slash, as it were, so many times out there on the alkali flats and redbeds, I know that it's such a large part of why I'm about to call my brother to find our little falcon... Though if I got him back as something to drive in Wyoming, I would compromise my relationship with my grandma's 1976 Beetle, who only I can only give 2-3 gallons of gas with him smelling like Laurel (the huge refinery on the Yellowstone River you have to drive through when you go to Billings).Marissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13323590167634329390noreply@blogger.com