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Well if you want a rocco road trip story....
- Subject: Well if you want a rocco road trip story....
- From: robw_z@yahoo.com (Robbie Cotner)
- Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 22:19:37 -0700 (PDT)
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An earlier post mentioned that we need more rocco stories instead of complaints. I have lots of complaints, but here's my great rocco story on how I got into roccos:
OK, this occured the day before I turned 17(July 4th, 2000): This girl I really like wants to go on a road trip to a Green Day concert in Bozeman, Montana, about 1000 miles from here in eastern SD. Problem is that the concert is July 8th, and it's July 4th(and a 3 day drive there!) Other problem is NEITHER OF US HAD A CAR. I wanted to impress her so I told her my '78 Datsun 280z was running, but inside I knew it wasn't close to going more than 10 miles. While driving home in my mom's car that night I see a little red car in a used lot on the side of the road. On the windshield it said "working A/C $500". At the time I didn't actually think I'd buy it, but the next day I went to the lot it was at and test drove it(a mars red '84 Scirocco) and a $900 Ford Tempo. It came between the fairly nice tempo and the somewhat shitty Scirocco. I always liked cars with character, so I bought the poor running Scirocco, drove home, told my mom THE TRUTH about my situation and for some reason she agreed to let me go(I replaced the girl with a male friend in my story though). So then I went and picked up the girl and we were off. By the time night rolled around I found that the headlights didn't work. A little dash-whacking and fuse replacing fixed that. The whole 3,000 mile journey I had my fingers crossed that my newly beloved Rocco wouldn't strand us. I hadn't even had time to clean the car at all, there were piles of sunflower seeds and we also found a dead mouse. The battery was bad so we often had to push-start. That was my first taste of true independence, on my 17th birthday 1,000 miles from home with a car I'd owned 2 days. When we got there we decided not to go to the concert anyway and just fooled around in Yellowstone, then went back. The whole ordeal lasted 4 days(we drove back nonstop). I eventually got to dating the girl, and we went out for 18 months, which is a long time at my age. First love in a Scirocco! That Scirocco survived for about 5k more miles, but has passed on(just because of a bad drive-flange seal I didn't know how to fix at the time), but the engine from it(now rebuilt) resides in my black '83 Scirocco, which I've owned for a year and put a lot of work into. So that's my Scirocco story if anybody reads this!
-Rob
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<P>An earlier post mentioned that we need more rocco stories instead of complaints. I have lots of complaints, but here's my great rocco story on how I got into roccos:</P>
<P>OK, this occured the day before I turned 17(July 4th, 2000): This girl I really like wants to go on a road trip to a Green Day concert in Bozeman, Montana, about 1000 miles from here in eastern SD. Problem is that the concert is July 8th, and it's July 4th(and a 3 day drive there!) Other problem is NEITHER OF US HAD A CAR. I wanted to impress her so I told her my '78 Datsun 280z was running, but inside I knew it wasn't close to going more than 10 miles. While driving home in my mom's car that night I see a little red car in a used lot on the side of the road. On the windshield it said "working A/C $500". At the time I didn't actually think I'd buy it, but the next day I went to the lot it was at and test drove it(a mars red '84 Scirocco) and a $900 Ford Tempo. It came between the fairly nice tempo and the somewhat shitty Scirocco. I always liked cars with character, so I bought the poor running Scirocco, drove home, told my mom THE TRUTH about my situation and for some reason she agreed to let me go(I replaced the girl with a male friend in my story though). So then I went and picked up the girl and we were off. By the time night rolled around I found that the headlights didn't work. A little dash-whacking and fuse replacing fixed that. The whole 3,000 mile journey I had my fingers crossed that my newly beloved Rocco wouldn't strand us. I hadn't even had time to clean the car at all, there were piles of sunflower seeds and we also found a dead mouse. The battery was bad so we often had to push-start. That was my first taste of true independence, on my 17th birthday 1,000 miles from home with a car I'd owned 2 days. When we got there we decided not to go to the concert anyway and just fooled around in Yellowstone, then went back. The whole ordeal lasted 4 days(we drove back nonstop). I eventually got to dating the girl, and we went out for 18 months, which is a long time at my age. First love in a Scirocco! That Scirocco survived for about 5k more miles, but has passed on(just because of a bad drive-flange seal I didn't know how to fix at the time), but the engine from it(now rebuilt) resides in my black '83 Scirocco, which I've owned for a year and put a lot of work into. So that's my Scirocco story if anybody reads this!</P>
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