Imagine you are a multi-millionaire driving to work in your luxurious ’91 Chevrolet Caprice (hey, it could happen). Gas is cheap, the sun is shining, brightly colored flowers are swaying, ducks are quacking, and life sure is good. With the windows wide open and the radio cranked, you do your best to harmonize with Mariah Carey because nobody else is around to judge you. You are sure that today is going to be an absolutely wonderful day. Mariah and yourself are just about to hit the pinnacle of “We belong together”, when your Caprice violently puke’s its connecting rod through the side of the engine block. Ca-Blooey! Rap Rap Ca-Pow! Thud…. Mariah will have to finish this one without you.
Silence has surrounded you as you woefully roll to the side of the road. The sun, flowers, and ducks have all vanished as well. Could your engine have really been trying to escape your singing? Ouch. While you can’t be sure about your engine’s motives, you can be sure that your smooth sailing, sweet B-body needs a new power plant. What a bummer… Or is it? Read More