chrome elements, bumper and mirrors reflect the world like a crooked mirror. In your mind you hear the dynamic, majestic gurgling of the engine playing with its eight cylinders working in the V system. A classic engine, "they don't do that anymore". You open the door, the leather of the chair creaks under your pressure. You put the key in the ignition, turn ... Silence. A nervous thought is racing in your head. Battery? Starter? Carburetor? You reach for the phone and search. Google, slogan: "American fault cars". The search engine spits out the addresses of mechanics specializing in overseas cars in no time. You choose the number of one of them.
- Do you have parts for US cars? You start the conversation with a doubting question.
- Of course. How can we help?
You describe the situation. The mechanic calms you down with a polite voice. You arrange a repair. Soon your monster will talk again.
Hi Johnny The smell of exhaust fumes would wake up sleepy roadside villages
Hi Johnny. What happened on a sunny day like this, you're stuck at that gas station drinking your fifth espresso? Your Cadillac should now be racing like the wind, rolling the asphalt behind it like black carpet. The smell of exhaust fumes would wake up sleepy, roadside villages, and the melody of the eight-cylinder engine would be played by the loudest brass band. American cars, wild beasts, road cruisers, "couches on wheels" are not indestructible. Their whims make themselves felt at the most unexpected moments. Did Johnny please his eye and service with the best parts for US cars? Maybe he trusted a mechanic who advised him to obtain readily available replacements for modern Ford cars? Now, while drinking his coffee, it dawned on him that, just as he was ignoring the humming, metallic noise from under the hood (especially at higher revs) lately, the mechanic can ignore his request for a quick fix. Relax, it's just a failure, a kick from fate. Cars from the USA are armored structures designed to swallow kilometers of highways.