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I chose to reply to this post because it was at this moment that my husband (you know, the guy with the full-back rebuild?) was standing in the parking lot at the Tumwater Fred Meyer's taping plastic over the back window of the Camry with the able assistance of a nice lady from WS Retirement Systems so he could drive home, slowly, the back way, after the rear window of our stupid Camry was broken out. Or broken in. Or imploded, somehow- there was glass in and out and no sign of an object big enough to break that big a piece of previously unmarred glass.
So then I got to go tarp up the car so we weren't depending on the adhesive properties of duct tape on a wet surface to keep the interior of the car from being destroyed. I HATE modern cars: there's nothing to hook things to except the active surface of the front doors, for instance, which offends every atom of my loggers-kid safety training (Wesley's Rule about six-hundred and thirty in the subsection entitled "rules pertanent to string, ropes, chain, and come-alongs": never tie anything to a latch handle) and then under the rear end (another rule about putting long thin objects where they can get tangled in the drive train).
Life would be a whole lot easier if more auto designers lived in places where everyone doesn't have a garage.
I chose to reply to this post because it was at this moment that my husband (you know, the guy with the full-back rebuild?) was standing in the parking lot at the Tumwater Fred Meyer's taping plastic over the back window of the Camry with the able assistance of a nice lady from WS Retirement Systems so he could drive home, slowly, the back way, after the rear window of our stupid Camry was broken out. Or broken in. Or imploded, somehow- there was glass in and out and no sign of an object big enough to break that big a piece of previously unmarred glass.
So then I got to go tarp up the car so we weren't depending on the adhesive properties of duct tape on a wet surface to keep the interior of the car from being destroyed. I HATE modern cars: there's nothing to hook things to except the active surface of the front doors, for instance, which offends every atom of my loggers-kid safety training (Wesley's Rule about six-hundred and thirty in the subsection entitled "rules pertanent to string, ropes, chain, and come-alongs": never tie anything to a latch handle) and then under the rear end (another rule about putting long thin objects where they can get tangled in the drive train).
Life would be a whole lot easier if more auto designers lived in places where everyone doesn't have a garage.
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