So, my dad got me a truck that WAS really nice!
I say 'was' because the previous owner, my dad's friend (also the one who's girlfriend beat him) IS A MORON! GOD he did all this shit to that truck and seriously muffed it up. Okay, A VEHICLE DOES NOT NEED TINTING LIKE THE BACK OF A LIMO! Omfg and the front windows are tinted like that, which I'm pretty sure is ILLEGAL here. It's not possible to drive at night you can't see anything if its not out the windshield. Not at all. I've got to see if my dad can have it taken off or else I cant drive at night. Also they redid stereo shit and the little tuner/volume knob blinks various colors... SOOO annoying.
AND in the process of doing that stereo work they undid the seatbelts in the backseat! Like, they're there and shit but the buckles are only held on by the little elastic bands that keep them pulled up between the seats. The actual metal bolts are all undone so they could put in speakers.... I CARE LESS ABOUT SPEAKERS AND MORE ABOUT MY SIBLINGS NOT DYING IF WE GET IN A WRECK!
AND today I drove it to the grocery store and nobody TOLD ME when I was leaving that there was no power steering! It's like... broken. Like the pump is messed up and has to be fixed, but my dad goes 'drive it!' so I did and nearly DIED because just turning at the redlights was hard. I thought it was hard to get out of the driveway because of how big the tires are (big, pretty tires too) and the treads made it harder, but it was NOT easy to turn at a redlight where you don't have any speed to break the friction. It was like armwrestling a biker to turn into the grocery store parking lot! My sister had to help me park when we got home, lol. She and I had to pull on the wheel together to park beside my mom's truck.
My dad was just all "oh yeah, the power steering is messed up." .... *rolls eyes* Idiot. He figured since he's strong enough to handle it, my weak little arms can!
BUT once he gets it fixed YAY! I HAVE NOT ONLY A TRUCK BUT A PRETTY NICE ONE!
AND in the process of doing that stereo work they undid the seatbelts in the backseat! Like, they're there and shit but the buckles are only held on by the little elastic bands that keep them pulled up between the seats. The actual metal bolts are all undone so they could put in speakers.... I CARE LESS ABOUT SPEAKERS AND MORE ABOUT MY SIBLINGS NOT DYING IF WE GET IN A WRECK!
AND today I drove it to the grocery store and nobody TOLD ME when I was leaving that there was no power steering! It's like... broken. Like the pump is messed up and has to be fixed, but my dad goes 'drive it!' so I did and nearly DIED because just turning at the redlights was hard. I thought it was hard to get out of the driveway because of how big the tires are (big, pretty tires too) and the treads made it harder, but it was NOT easy to turn at a redlight where you don't have any speed to break the friction. It was like armwrestling a biker to turn into the grocery store parking lot! My sister had to help me park when we got home, lol. She and I had to pull on the wheel together to park beside my mom's truck.
My dad was just all "oh yeah, the power steering is messed up." .... *rolls eyes* Idiot. He figured since he's strong enough to handle it, my weak little arms can!
BUT once he gets it fixed YAY! I HAVE NOT ONLY A TRUCK BUT A PRETTY NICE ONE!