Hi Guys/Ladies out there,
No update yet unfortunately. As soon as this car fires my TurboBuick forum family will be the first to see the startup video. But I just felt the need to share something completely off this topic.
So, as most of you already know from especially if you read my new member introduction to this wonderful forum y’all know that when I was 17 growing up in Brooklyn ny angry that my dad was taken from me when I was 9 that my mom lent me all the cash I needed to buy my very first car which happens to also be a 1987 Buick Trubo T WE4 (which I consider myself blessed because on February 22 1987 on my bday my mom and I drove to literally every dealership looking for a new or very low miles cold air Grand National and everywhere we went all we got was a “sorry all turbocharged Buick regals are sold out and we are no longer taking pre orders”. And of course everyone (salesmen) was trying to talk me into a black Buick Regal which was absolutely beautiful but not what I was looking for. Fortunately my mom was smart enough to leave our phone number. And I think she also told most of the managers at the dealers about how my dad was taken away from me as a child from brain cancer. And how she works 2 full time jobs since my dad!s passing and how I was the only Italian boy growing up in Brownsville Brooklyn ny in the 70s/80s (I’m just gunna go out and say it. This was a 99% African American neighborhood and I was odd ball. Now as a child with my mom working 2 jobs to support us and save something my mom’s best friend got us into an apartment in Brownsville not long after my dad died and the money ran out. Mom’s friends also babysat me after school, Fed me, her sons were/still like my brothers, helped me with my homework, Etc. Everyday of the week till after 11pm when my mom got home and picked me up). Now, the reason why I explained everything above about my childhood is because one year when I was taking my FDNY annual medical and diversity training I wanna say it was around 1995ish we watched a video and one of the things that I learned is saying “I have black friends” or words to that effect is actually a racist thing to say. But in my case it was the truth. All my life African Americans have helped me and My family more then anyone in my bloodline family (no help from aunts, uncles, cousins, nobody). And my mom’s best friend absolutely refused to take a single dollar for helping us (she was an older woman and loved helping us and never threw in in our face). But the truth of the matter is that I literally had no childhood due to the violent crimes I wasn’t even allowed to go outside and shoot hoops in the courtyard. It was literally school and home (well home to mom’s friend’s home). But when I was 15 I started running with a bag bunch of guys who have all either passed away or are incarcerated for choices they made after my mom lent me the money to buy my car.
Sorry for the long story above. But years later I found out that my mom told all of the dealership managers about my history how all I really cared about was that Grand National. So literally 3 days later we got a call from a Buick dealership in Garden city/Hempstead on February 25 1987 we were asked My I think it was called Garden Buick (I need to look at my window sticker to verify). Anyway the lady said it’s not a Grand National it’s a WE4 to which myself of anyone working there had any idea what that meant. The turbo regal expert salesman was off that day. But 10 seconds after looking at it I knew this was gunna be my car. It was the most beautiful machine I’ve ever seen. I had my car.
Ok so now my mom lent me this money to buy the car outright, no liens, no paperwork, no promissory note, no interest, nothing. Her only requirement was not to drop out of high school. But we had one more problem. I just turned 17 and even tho I had my full drivers license you have to be 18 to purchase a car from a dealership. So my mom had to go on the bill of sale as a co buyer even tho we were paying cash outright, but the lady Doing my paperwork attempted to title it in my name anyway. And it actually worked. I’m guessing because my dad and I share the exact same name on our DL when he was alive I guess nys dmv didn’t have the computers and data that have today to verify everything I guess nys dmv thought he bought a new car and titled it to him. Either way the title was solely in my name only. So I’m pretty sure I’m the youngest original owner of one of our cars.
Once again I apologize for the long story. I woke up and can’t sleep.
Now I never drive this other car because this car changed my life. It tought me to grow the hell up and stop feeling sorry for myself because of my dad’s passing. It made me a responsible person because even tho it was a loan from mommy. I got a job at the supermarket that next week and I treated that loan like it was a car note. As I got older and moved into my own apartment I made sure that car payment was made even before my rent was paid. Finally making my last payment in 1992. Even tho my mom long since forgave me for the years of disrespect and was very proud of me. I lost her in 1997 at 56 to a heart attack. To which I never got the chance to say goodbye and how sorry I was.
So once again I’m so sorry for the long novel. When my mom passed I literally couldn’t drive it anymore. I’m 1997 I parked it in my sister’s garage in Long Island and never looked at it again till 2018 when my sister retired and sold her home moving to Florida and shipped it to me. I really didn’t want to see it but I wasn’t ever about to sell it. So I replaced everything fuel related from the tank to the fuel lines. And all the fluids. Car started and ran like new. Sometimes when I drive this car I feel so blessed and like my mom is riding shotgun. And I can sometimes hear her “slowdown” she always said. And sometimes there are days when driving it makes me sad. Well I took it out yesterday for it’s weekl 20 mile drive to keep it healthy. And I had such a great feeling while driving it.
I just awoke from a dream about both my mom and dad which I never had in 49 years. It was almost like an everything is gunna be alright dream. Because my future is kinda scary for me. I have serious breathing and heart issues from breathing that toxic $h!t at the World Trade Center collapse (remember the incident that our wonderful mayor of nyc said the air quality was safe??? Well let me be the first to tell you that everytime I log into my Facebook I see another friend passes away from wtc related illness which is why I deleted my FB account. Truth be told I’m scared shit about what is gunna happen to me and who will take care of my wife). But anyway I finally got the dream that everyone who looses their parents wants to have.
Yes, lol I know the question you’re thinking. What’s his point? My dad who was a police officer and a shop mechanic spoke to me in this dream. He told me that in addition to installing the injectors that Scott shipped to me that I should Have tomorrow. He told me not to start it until I put everything back together, the new radiator hoses, top off the coolant, alternator, belt, compressor, air filter, put the whole engine back together before trying to start it again after installing Scott’s injectors and chip. What he said in the dream made a lot of sense because what if I put the good injectors in and she starts up. I can’t let it run for the 20 minute cam break in with the break in oil without coolant in the cooling system.
Even if the whole thing wasn’t real and it was just my mind trying to cope with my ptsd. It still made me feel really excited about getting the injectors tomorrow and literally gave me the emotional support to continue and complete this project. And I just needed to share with my TB family.
Sorry for the off the topic post but it’s 0330 in the morning and I literally can’t sleep. I’m literally watching the sopranos and writing about this dream that I just woke up from. That I was told everyone who looses their parents has once in they life where their departed parents come to them usually at the most stressful point in their life and literally tell them how everything is going to be alright in the softest and most convincing voice. Between my post 911 fdny ptsd, living right next to Daytona airport, and my declining respiratory issues this was something that I really needed to experience. And it started yesterday afternoon when I took the car for a ride.
Guys I think it’s gonna start tomorrow. And even if it doesn’t. I’m not gunna give up on it.
Thank you for reading through all of the above. I swear it’s all true.
God bless all of you
Goodnight