Saturday, November 26, 2011

French Car Division Faced With Credibility Downgrade


CWMC Headquarters, Ardrossan, Ab: The atmosphere was tense Tuesday as Agents from multiple Divisions gathered at HQ for yet another in a seemingly endless series of desperate funding-related "summits" intended to generate some kind of a feasible fiscal facility from which a coherent purchasing protocol might be constructed. Taken particularly to task was, again, the French Car Division, following the arrival of another unit, which, even by the Presidents particularly unpretentious standards, has to be unambiguously regarded as an unholy piece of merde.
   Trouble was easily predictable from the beginning, as the 1980-ish Citroen CX2500D at the center of the credibility collapse was clearly setting off every "run away" alarm in the vicinity from even the most generous and casual appraisal of the almost-literate advertisement and accompanying cell-phone photography. Plenty of spray-can improvements were showcased, and the bottom half of the unit had been dusted in barbecue black; always a reliable signpost of a quality, low-mileage gem. Hindsight would suggest that, with the local market for destitute Gallic oil-burners apparently saturated, the seller was possibly prone to generosity in his description of the car during a brief telephone interview.
  Of course, it was in Calgary, and would require trailering; calling to active duty the Presidents 198? Dodge 150. With the odds of success hovering around the 40% mark, the decision to attempt the recovery was based not so much on the chances of success, as it was on the chances of finding another Series 1 CX anywhere near HQ.
CX#1 looking downright tidy by comparison.
  Upon arrival, it quickly became obvious that the operation was in serious trouble. The President had again forgotten in his enthusiasm that shitty, 30-year-old French cars seldom look better up close than they did from 200 miles away. In fact, had not such a long drive been already invested, the President would have simply driven by, and not even stopped to further hurt his eyes on the shambling remains of the once-great CX. But, as is often the case lately, the mission was deemed "Too Big to Fail" and bad decisions were starting to pile up. Even the briefest walkaround netted an eye-watering list of shortcomings so all-encompassing that it would have been funny if this were a fictitious account of a non-event. Both of the original headlights were M.I.A.; replaced with not-even-slightly-similar units from a late-70s Malibu. The doors had been re-skinned with aluminum sheeting pop-riveted over the rust, and the seam partially hidden with 3-inch Chevy truck moulding. The hood was bent where someone had tried to close it with the prop rod still in place. The left quarter was smashed, its tail light gone. The partially disassembled interior looked like it had been the scene of a disagreement between a sadistic electrician, a drunk pro-wrestler, and a flock of owls. The ignition switch was dangling by the floor with a broken screwdriver sticking out of it. Overall, a pretty sad state of affairs for a car that cost Ferrari-money when new. To the sellers credit, most of the damage had occurred prior to his inheriting the car, but his optimistic pricing was an issue that would have to be addressed. The President briefly considered canvassing the neighbors to see how much funding could be raised by promising to tow away the local eyesore.
Careful restoration efforts are impressive.
  After some enthus-iastic haggling had established a more realistic pricing structure (one based primarily upon the weight of the vehicle), the old Citroen was started up using the aforementioned screwdriver and some creative underhood wiring jumps. When a suitably generous amount of time had elapsed, the CX reluctantly dragged itself up from the pavement that had supported it, and began to pull itself forward on to the awaiting trailer.
  Then the front drive axle fell out, and progress was again halted for several minutes while the President reconsidered just leaving the whole goddamn mess sitting there in the street and going home. Eventually, bad decision-making prevailed again, and some lucky locals were conscripted to push the remains close enough to the trailer that it could be winched aboard.
  Several hours later, back at HQ, the newest addition to the French Car Division's garage was, rather without ceremony it has to be said, unloaded, and the Prez retreated to HQ for recuperative bong rips and a couple of family-sized G&Ts.
  With the French Car Division's debt/GDP ratio sailing past that of Greece and Portugal, and the President lacking the political will to effect real policy change at the expense of his own already somewhat dubious legacy, today came the inevitable announcement that the FCD's Credibility Rating would be slashed from "Mildly Eccentric" to "Totally Batshit".  
  "Well," said the President later that evening, now recalling the days events through a warm and friendly gin-filter "it does make the other one look a lot better."

4 comments:

  1. If this isn't a textbook case of 'What could possibly go wrong?' I don't know what is. Nice buy.

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  2. At least the Dodge truck waited until the next day before its wheel bearing exploded. That would have been exciting to repair on the shoulder of highway 2.

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  3. Tail light is in good shape at least, thank goodness for that!

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    1. Yep; now we have two good ones for the right side of the car and no left side lights at all.

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