Yes, I’m writing this blog at 5:30 in the morning, but I need to get my thoughts down on cyberpaper before I leave for the Empire State Plaza. While the Capital District’s families gather together for delicious turkey dinners, reunions with loved ones, and trying to guess how many points the Detroit Lions will get…
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Blog posts about my 1991 Pontiac 6000, which I owned from 2004 to 2010. it was my first car. You never forget your first car.
Power Steering Maintenance on the Pontiac 6000
The words put a chill in my body. “I think there’s a small leak in your power steering.” I wouldn’t be surprised if there was. Remember, I’m driving a 1991 Pontiac 6000 and am trying to keep it alive until it reaches 240,000 miles. You know what 240,000 miles is? That’s the distance from Albany…
Read MoreChuck the Writer and the Pontiac 6000
So I’ve got my final PBL road trip of the season, going to Rochester Sunday for the PBL finals between the Rochester Razorsharks and the Battle Creek Knights, one game, winner takes all. And in order to make sure there weren’t any issues with me getting to the finals, I had my Pontiac 6000 over…
Read MoreChuck the Writer and the Pontiac 6000
As many of you know, I own a 1991 Pontiac 6000 and I absolutely heart my car. I actually had to take it away from my grandmother, who at the time was 92 and who possessed both near-blinding cataracts and a totally valid Massachusetts driver’s license. Of course, preventative maintenance is important when you’re driving…
Read MoreChuck the Writer is Reunited (and it feels so good)
My Pontiac 6000 and I were reunited this morning. I would have picked it from the dealership last night, but I had to work late and did not get out of the day job in time. Essentially what happened was this – the car’s two fuel injectors failed, and it blew out a fuse in…
Read MoreChuck The Writer Wants His Car Back
So here’s the story. Those who know me know that outside of my wife and daughter, there’s only one love in my life. That’s my car. A 1991 Pontiac 6000 that I commandeered from my grandmother because there’s no reason that a 92-year-old woman with cataracts and a valid Massachusetts driver’s license should be behind…
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