Starting Jen

Just a quick video from my Stat Project that I decided to put up on the web. Thanks to the people who helped me over the past couple years with Jen's starter problem. Your support and lateral force were greatly appreciated. You all were great, riding in her even though ethylene glycol leaked into the air filter spraying a thin mist of poisonous liquid throughout the cabin, and riding in her even though the brakes were bad and I had to doubleclutch the car into lower gears to slow down, and riding in her even though the power steering was broken and whenever I had to park I had to use all the strength granted to me from Bench Press Friday to turn the stupid wheel, and riding in her even though if I ever turned on the air conditioning it would probably cause the AC compressor to seize and explode (still don't want to test that theory), and riding in her when the hood was kept down by a chain and the windshield was held in by tape, and riding in her even though the key structural component in the front of the engine compartment was a broom handle, and riding in her even though the headlights (which were duct-taped to the broom handle) pointed almost directly into the ground and I had to use the high-beams to see anything, and riding in her when the clutch was wearing out and every time I started moving you could smell it burning (especially that one time it failed altogether and I had to drive without the benefit of a clutch for a while), and riding in her while I listened to songs by The Clash or Journey or Men at Work incessantly.

And to name a few people in particular:

Thanks to Lauer, whose head I nearly took off that one time in the Athens Grill parking lot;
Thanks to CP, who graciously agreed to jump out of my car that one time the clutch burned out and I couldn't stop it without stalling;
Thanks to Ozzie, who did not sue me after I used the back of his SUV as a way of stopping Jen;
Thanks to C-bro, who managed to slam into the back of Jen when I hit the wrong pedal that one time; Thanks to Tonnie, for all the help he gave me fixing her;
Thanks to Z-bro, who rode around with me through ghetto-ass junkyards looking for spare parts;
And thanks to Master Alexander J. Clayborne, who did not report me to the police, even after my hood flew up when we were driving, almost resulting in his gruesome death.

And most of all, thank you, Jen, for all the memories. I love and miss you.

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