YSaC, Vol. 1665: Cool story, bro.
1996-2002 Chrysler Minivans Haynes repair manual – $15
In November 2013, I was driving my husband’s 1997 Chrysler Town and Country AWD, and all was good until I got t-boned and the van was totaled because of its age. When I turned the van in, I was sure it was empty of anything, but this repair manual was returned to me. Since the van has now apparently been rebuilt by ICBC and is now on the road again with a different owner, I have no use for this manual. I had almost completely forgotten about it until recently. The manual is in a somewhat worn condition. It was always kept in the van for those situations where we had to do our own repairs. The manual covers all third generation models (1996-2000) and early fourth generation (2001-2002 and some early 2003’s) Dodge (Grand) Caravan, Plymouth (Grand) Voyager, Chrysler (Grand) Voyager, and Chrysler Town and Country minivans. Does not cover all-wheel drive (which his van had so unfortunately we didnt know how to work on that), diesel engines and manual transmissions, flex fuel 3.3 engines, or electric powertrains.
$15 firm. Call or text.
So, about five years ago, drmk and I started this website, because we found all these posts on Craigslist that didn’t make any sense. However, our hosting provider had problems, so we eventually changed hosting providers. Then later on we had some issues with cache files building up, so we exchanged a lot of email with tech support and eventually got the problem resolved so that we were no longer exceeding our disk quota. At one point, Roger Ebert even posted about how much he liked our site. Right now we’re using the “Vigilance” WordPress theme, which seems to be working out well for us: we like the sort of minimalist look it gives the (Grand) website. Which brings us up to today, when we are posting this absurdly verbose ad, courtesy of a submission by a reader named Mike. Thanks Mike!
What? Why? Who? Where? When?
Sparky is obviously practicing her creative writing skills for junior high English.
Sparky is applying for a job at The Washington Post, whose writers don’t always see the point of addressing the subject of the article in the first four paragraphs.
In 1984, when I was a much younger ferret, I drove a brown 1971 Triumph Spitfire IV that someone had signed over to me to pay a debt, until eventually I realized that the cost of maintenance on the Triumph was more than payments on a new car would be. I listed the car “for restoration or parts” and found a buyer who was willing to pay me $25 less than my asking price. I drove the car out to his place, and after telling me his life’s story, he pointed out the car for which he wanted parts. Today’s post makes me think of him.
I was born way before 1997.
Does this mean the next time I fall down or injure myself in some way, I’ll get totaled?
I haz a worried.
Only if you get T-boned.
Me too C…J, but because I was a special edition, the insurance company paid to have me rebuilt. I am a classic now. Not quite cherry though.
Not minty?
I was born before 1997 as well…. in the early 80s in fact, so that makes me totaled… totally tubular to the max, that is.
On Valentine’s Day, 2002, I was getting ready for work when my husband came home from work (Grand-ly) after being gone only an hour. He said everything was fine, but I was worried about him. I went to work and counted out pills before putting them in prescription bottles with labels on them. I had a Ham and Cheese Hot Pocket for lunch. I went back to work and about an hour before I left, my husband called me and said he had a surprise for me. I went home and it was a cat! I named her Valerie (Val for short). She does not catch mice or even roaches, but she’s pretty good at cat math. She is now meowing for food, which I will have my 3 year old give her.
Meeshy….you left out the name and gender of your three-year-old…..jeez…if you’re going to tell a story, tell the WHOLE story….
…sorry, I didn’t mean to sound cranky there, it’s just that this whole Valentine’s Day thing has got me going….I think it all started in Jr.High when Kaye Snyder (who recently passed away) told me this girl I liked named Jill liked me….but when I talked to Jill she said she didn’t like me well she didn’t dislike me but she didn’t LIKE me like, you know, so I was embarrassed, and like I started liking another girl, and then later Jill invited me to her party, and I went, and I was the only guy who showed up and you’d think that would be cool but it’s really not and so I never really pursued a girl again and just let them chase me and that works OK until you get older and they don’t chase you anymore and you end up pinin’ for the fjords and not buying heart shaped boxes of candy and you start snapping at people for no reason and…well…I think I’ve said too much….Happy Valentine’s everyone…..
I was unattractive and socially awkward for a long time and didn’t think I’d ever get a date. I finally came into my looks in my mid-thirties. So remember: When Valentine’s Day gets you down, think of all of the half-priced chocolate you’ll be able to buy tomorrow.
*hugs Dave and Jazzie*
Guys, been with my hubby for 40 yrs, and 20 yrs ago I announced a moratorium on Valentine’s Day.
When you love someone, Valentine’s Day is just February 14th.
So, happy February 14th to you and my fellow YSaCers. I wubs you all.
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I came to get this manual for repair
In west Sparkedelphia born and raised
Cartin’ kids to the pitch I spent most of my days
Gossipin’ and sippin’ Starbucks out by the pool
And all idlin’ with my homegirls pickin’ kids up from school
When a couple of hoodlums who were up to no good
T-boned me coming out of my neighborhood
I left just one little thing in the van after that
I got it back and thought,Craigslist! Soon we’ll be livin’ fat.
You win the interwebz today, sir! Well played!
In 1998 I received my first car which was coincidentally a 1988 Dodge Caravan that came complete with 4 flat tires which I had to change before taking possession of said car. Being a freshman in college, it soon became known as The Silver Bullet, aka The Party Wagon. It served us well lo those many years and much enjoyed Rollin’ down to Baltimore on numerous occasions shoved full of many young people who enjoyed much underage beveraging among other things. Over the years the poor Bullet received many a parking fine until one day it mysteriously disappeared from in front of my apartment. It was never heard from or seen again. I loved that stupid car. *pours a swig on the sidewalk for my long lost homie*
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on — two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
Restaurant, but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the
Church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog….
…or at least they used to have a dog named Fasha, but now they have a cat and I forget her name.
Anyway, we went to visit Alice, who doesn’t live there anymore with (or without) her dog, Fasha.
And no one was home.
The End.
p.s. so much for “getting anything you want”
p.s. but sometimes you get what you need…..
T- boned and the Van is the name of my Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears cover band.
My elusive manual has just shown up at my door.
Our minivan had always got me to and from the store.
I went to Piggly Wiggly and Sparky’s Home Décor.
Should I eat at Waffle House or Colonel Sander’s, I’m not sure.
I have so many questions. What answers should I choose?
Should I stop to use my iPhone? Should I put my van on cruise?
The minivan I drive had a manual in the box.
We used the book to fix the brakes and replace all the shocks.
I pulled my van into the street and drove a couple blocks.
Oh damn! I just got T-boned by a pickup full of jocks.
I used a bad expression. My van I cannot use.
I want to kick some jock-ass for giving me a bruise.