Meet Giovanni.

This is the sick-ass ride a lot of my stories will take place in, I figure I might as well formally introduce the two of you so you can get a real idea of what he’s like.

He’s not much, an old ‘90 Honda Civic Dx. It wasn’t much to look at when I first got it, but now it’s a different story. It’s been transformed into a well known piece of shi-imeanart. art.

…Shart.. Hmm. A compound of Shit..and Art. Shart. Nice. Damn, this is great stuff i got here.

Anyway, here’s some pics.

Nice huh?

So why did I bring this up? Well I fixed my car’s power issues Wednesday by taking some jumper cables and hooking it up to the main battery under the hood and running them to my front seat, where there was secondary battery. Here’s the result.

The jumpers under the hood got crossed at some point that night, and I didnt notice until Friday. I stepped into my car and it wouldn’t start. Strange right? I fixed that problem. What’s stranger is I smelled smoke, and it was rising from my hood’s bubbling paint. Hmm.

Oh.

I pulled the hood latch and jumped out and tried to throw it open, but it didn’t unlatch, piece of shit car. I ran back to pull the latch again, and the familiar ‘click’ it makes with the pull didn’t happen. Damn, right? I ran back around to the front, and kicked the shit outta the hood, ran back around and sucessfully unhooked the latch, ran back around, threw the hood open to reveal flames and acid bubbling up. I said something along the lines of, “Ouch,” but a little more hysterically. Hot acid blows.

After retrieving the fire extinguisher I put out the flame, disconnecting the battery and removing it, and smoking a cigarette, my car’s thrashed. I’ve fixed it all except the new battery now, so I have a temporary solution. I ran jumper cables from the battery cables under the hood to a secondary battery in my front seat…again. Am I crazy you ask? Of course not! This time I used electrical tape. Alot of it.