Hi, where can someone buy a salvage classic car in California? Except from auctions, are there any companies, yards or anything from where you can buy one? Also, what are the categories of salvage vehicles in California? Lastly, is there a way to obtain a clear title after certain repairs carried out on the car? thanks

I just purchased a used car, and there’s a crack in the windshield, nothing serious, but whatever.

How much would it cost me to get it replaced, and would by insurance company pay for it? lol

(btw - its a 1998 Ford Explorer)

Originally posted 2009-09-10 07:09:23. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

I’m debating on getting the 4th Gen 64GB iPod Touch or the 7th Gen 160GB iPod Classic for Christmas. I was Going to Go with the Classic because of the storage capability, being $70 cheaper, and I really don’t know how much use for the touch I’d have. I mostly play my iPod out my car with AUX but I take my 16 Gb nano with me places time to time. Are there any reasons to Get the Touch over the Classic? I’m not sure if I’d have use for any apps or not. I like the Wifi capability and the video/photo taking capabilities of the Touch a lot, but I don’t know if it’s worth losing almost 2/3 the storage. I have an EnV touch but i don’t have internet or any data plan for it other than unlimited texting. So my question is, is there anything that would/should change my mind for buying the Touch over the Classic. What are your thoughts?

Originally posted 2010-12-07 03:12:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Ever since I was born I’ve always known that I was destined to be a star. My ultimate dream was to launch my very own fashion magazine. Fashion was my calling. Even though I was only 18 I had really mature taste and just knew that one day my face would seen internationally. So when my aunt pulled a few strings for me and got me a summer internship at Vogue, I was more than pleased. For those of you who don’t know Vogue is like the Starbucks of magazine labels. This was a chance of a lifetime for me so immediately I hopped on a plane to stay with my aunt in New York for the summer.
Arriving in New York was probably one of the most life changing experiences that I have encountered. Everything about New York was completely different from my old hick hometown in North Carolina. The atmosphere was amazing. People there knew how to dress and let me just say the shopping was phenomenal. Once I got settled into my aunt’s two-bedroom apartment that overlooked Time Square; I began digging through my suitcase for the perfect outfit to wear for my first day at the internship. I’d probably tried on at least fifty outfits before I decided on wearing a classic black pencil skirt, a silky red top, and black satin Louis Vuttion pumps. With this outfit I was sure to turn in heads and make an everlasting impression on the people of teen vogue…
The first and lets just say only day of my internship I left an hour early to be sure I’d arrive at least fifteen minutes early. Of course the traffic was bumper to bumper.. and I had an old handicapped hag in front of me. The old grandma made sure to hesitate an extra minute at every green light, stump on her breaks every 30 seconds, and drive a whole 30 mph in her lovely champagne colored Buick. The smart decision would be to simply pass the crippled, pruned up hag but of course the cars in the other lane were bumper to bumper as well moving at a constant speed with her her Buick. Usually I would try to hide my hide my road rage, and calmly cuss her out in the comfort of my enclosed car with the windows up. But today I couldn’t control it. “ Move out of the way you old hag, the lights green move your damn car!” At first I was unsure if the woman heard me in till I saw her flick me the bird out of her window. Oh hell no I know this wrinkled old lady did not just flick me off. Screaming a few more unpleasant words out of my window I made sure to ride her bumper and honk my horn continuously at her. “Honk Honk Honkkkkk” “Pull that piece of **** over lady and speed up.”
Jumping at the opportunity to pass her when I saw a opening in the next lane I quickly changed lanes and got in front of her. As I passed her I kindly returned her lovely finger gesture, and “accidentally” threw my iced Carmel mocha at her passenger window. I could see a glimpse of her through the smeared coffee on her window. She looked about 90 so it didn’t make sure sense why she still had her license in the first place. She was wearing a hideous yellow cardigan and had lip liner an inch above her lips. She was your typical old lady who not only couldn’t drive but had a uncontrollable passion for flicking the bird.
Relived that the woman’s less than pleasant driving didn’t make me late I pulled into the Vogue parking lot, and parked in the reserved internship parking. A few seconds after I pulled in I noticed that familiar champagne Buick pull in behind me and pull up beside me. Oh **** I thought to my self this was going to be like the scary movies where the young girl gets killed for having road rage. But strangely enough the woman pulled walked right by me and made her way into the building. Preceding after her I walked in, and with the guidance of the secretary made my way up to the fourth floor where my boss, head editor of Vogue Lizzy Sampson’s office was. The secretary knocked on Ms. Sampson’s door and said “your intern is her.” Ms.Sampson immediately opened the door and welcomed me into her office. To my surprise though the old hag was sitting in the office as well.. “ This is my mother Pamela.” Oh god, I thought to myself please don’t turn around and recognize me, but of course she did. Pamela told her daughter everything, including me throwing my coffee at her window. Embarrassed at my behavior I tried to apologize, but Ms. Sampson wasn’t buying it and kicked me out of her office. Telling me my internship was over. Being the graceful person I am I took the news well. Kicking and screaming, cussing them out I attempted to walk out the door. In till 3 large security guards helped carry me out, and throw me into the street. I guess you could say I was leaving my dignity in hand.
Looking back now at that whole experience I can’t believe my behavior. It breaks my heart to know that a little road rage jeopardized my whole internship. I’m now aware that it’s important to watch whom you flick the bird too, and throw drinks at. It’s safe to say that was my last time I’ve had rage…

I got a iPod classic 7th generation for christmas from my parents. I lost it about a month ago, and i’ve looked around/under my bed, closet, desk, and my parents cars. Does anyone have any other ideas of were it could be? And I didn’t ever bring it to my friends houses or lose it on any trips (i don’t think). I need it in a little over a month for a trip. HELP!!!

Ever since I was born I’ve always known that I was destined to be a star. My ultimate dream was to launch my very own fashion magazine. Fashion was my calling. Even though I was only eighteen, I had really mature taste and just knew that one day my face would seen internationally. So when my aunt pulled a few strings for me and got me a summer internship at Vogue, I was more than pleased. For those of you who don’t know Vogue is like the Starbucks of magazine labels. This was a chance of a lifetime, so I immediately hopped on a plane to stay with my aunt in New York for the summer.
Arriving in New York was probably one of the most life changing experiences that I have encountered. Everything about New York was completely different from my old hick hometown in North Carolina. The atmosphere was amazing. People there knew how to dress and shopping was phenomenal. Once I got settled into my aunt’s two-bedroom apartment that overlooked Time Square; I began digging through my suitcase for the perfect outfit to wear for my first day at the internship. I’d probably tried on at least fifty outfits before I decided on wearing a classic black pencil skirt, a silky red top, and black satin Louis Vuttion pumps. With this outfit I was sure to turn in heads and make an everlasting impression on the people of teen vogue…
The first and let’s just say only day of my internship I left a hour before I had to be there, to make sure I’d arrive at least fifteen minutes early. Of course the traffic was bumper to bumper.. And I had an old handicapped hag in front of me. The old grandma made sure to hesitate an extra minute at every green light, stump on her breaks every 30 seconds, and drive a whole 30 mph in her lovely champagne colored Buick. The smart decision would be to simply pass the crippled, pruned up hag but of course the cars in the other lane were bumper to bumper as well, moving at a constant speed with her Buick. Usually I would try to hide my hide my road rage, and calmly cuss her out in the comfort of my enclosed car with the windows up. But today I couldn’t control it. “Move out of the way you old hag, the lights green move your damn car!” At first I was unsure if the woman heard me in till I saw her flick me the bird out of her window. Oh hell no I know this wrinkled old lady did not just flick me off. Screaming a few more unpleasant words out of my window I made sure to ride her bumper and honk my horn continuously at her. “Honk Honk Honkkkkk” “Pull that piece of **** over lady or speed up.”
When the traffic in the next lane started moving faster I Jumped at the opportunity to pass her. I quickly changed lanes and passed her. As I passed her I kindly returned her lovely finger gesture, and “accidentally” threw my iced Carmel mocha at her passenger window. I could see a glimpse of her through the smeared coffee on her window. She looked about 90 so it didn’t make sure sense why she still had her license in the first place. She was wearing a hideous yellow cardigan and had lip liner an inch above her lips. She was your typical old lady who not only couldn’t drive but had an uncontrollable passion for flicking the bird.
Relived that the woman’s less than pleasant driving didn’t make me late I pulled into the Vogue parking lot, and parked in the reserved internship parking. A few seconds after I pulled in I noticed that familiar champagne Buick pull in behind me and pull up beside me. Oh no I thought to myself this was going to be like the scary movies where the young girl gets killed for having road rage. But strangely enough the woman parked her car in the parking spot beside mine and walked right by me making her way into the building. Proceeding after her I walked in, and with the guidance of the secretary made my way up to the fourth floor where my boss, head editor of Vogue Lizzy Sampson’s office was. The secretary knocked on Ms. Sampson’s door and said “Your intern is her.”
Ms.Sampson immediately opened the door and welcomed me into her office. To my surprise though the old hag was sitting in the office as well…
“This is my mother Pamela.”
Oh god I thought to myself please don’t turn around and recognize me, but of course she did. Pamela told her daughter everything, including me throwing my coffee at her window. Embarrassed at my behavior I tried to apologize, but Ms. Sampson wasn’t buying my apology and kicked me out of her office. Telling me my internship was over. Being the graceful person I am I took the news well… Kicking and screaming, cussing them out I attempted to walk out the door. But apparently my riot was making a scene so they called three large security guards down to escort me out. I guess you could say I was leaving with my dignity in hand.

Ever since I was born I’ve always known that I was destined to be a star. My ultimate dream was to launch my very own fashion magazine. Fashion was my calling. Even though I was only 18 I had really mature taste and just knew that one day my face would seen internationally. So when my aunt pulled a few strings for me and got me a summer internship at Vogue, I was more than pleased. For those of you who don’t know Vogue is like the Starbucks of magazine labels. This was a chance of a lifetime for me so immediately I hopped on a plane to stay with my aunt in New York for the summer.
Arriving in New York was probably one of the most life changing experiences that I have encountered. Everything about New York was completely different from my old hick hometown in North Carolina. The atmosphere was amazing. People there knew how to dress and let me just say the shopping was phenomenal. Once I got settled into my aunt’s two-bedroom apartment that overlooked Time Square; I began digging through my suitcase for the perfect outfit to wear for my first day at the internship. I’d probably tried on at least fifty outfits before I decided on wearing a classic black pencil skirt, a silky red top, and black satin Louis Vuttion pumps. With this outfit I was sure to turn in heads and make an everlasting impression on the people of teen vogue…
The first and lets just say only day of my internship I left an hour early to be sure I’d arrive at least fifteen minutes early. Of course the traffic was bumper to bumper.. and I had an old handicapped hag in front of me. The old grandma made sure to hesitate an extra minute at every green light, stump on her breaks every 30 seconds, and drive a whole 30 mph in her lovely champagne colored Buick. The smart decision would be to simply pass the crippled, pruned up hag but of course the cars in the other lane were bumper to bumper as well moving at a constant speed with her her Buick. Usually I would try to hide my hide my road rage, and calmly cuss her out in the comfort of my enclosed car with the windows up. But today I couldn’t control it. “ Move out of the way you old hag, the lights green move your damn car!” At first I was unsure if the woman heard me in till I saw her flick me the bird out of her window. Oh hell no I know this wrinkled old lady did not just flick me off. Screaming a few more unpleasant words out of my window I made sure to ride her bumper and honk my horn continuously at her. “Honk Honk Honkkkkk” “Pull that piece of shit over lady and speed up.”
Jumping at the opportunity to pass her when I saw a opening in the next lane I quickly changed lanes and got in front of her. As I passed her I kindly returned her lovely finger gesture, and “accidentally” threw my iced Carmel mocha at her passenger window. I could see a glimpse of her through the smeared coffee on her window. She looked about 90 so it didn’t make sure sense why she still had her license in the first place. She was wearing a hideous yellow cardigan and had lip liner an inch above her lips. She was your typical old lady who not only couldn’t drive but had a uncontrollable passion for flicking the bird.
Relived that the woman’s less than pleasant driving didn’t make me late I pulled into the Vogue parking lot, and parked in the reserved internship parking. A few seconds after I pulled in I noticed that familiar champagne Buick pull in behind me and pull up beside me. Oh shit I thought to my self this was going to be like the scary movies where the young girl gets killed for having road rage. But strangely enough the woman pulled walked right by me and made her way into the building. Preceding after her I walked in, and with the guidance of the secretary made my way up to the fourth floor where my boss, head editor of Vogue Lizzy Sampson’s office was. The secretary knocked on Ms. Sampson’s door and said “your intern is her.” Ms.Sampson immediately opened the door and welcomed me into her office. To my surprise though the old hag was sitting in the office as well.. “ This is my mother Pamela.” Oh god, I thought to myself please don’t turn around and recognize me, but of course she did. Pamela told her daughter everything, including me throwing my coffee at her window. Embarrassed at my behavior I tried to apologize, but Ms. Sampson wasn’t buying it and kicked me out of her office. Telling me my internship was over. Being the graceful person I am I took the news well. Kicking and screaming, cussing them out I attempted to walk out the door. In till 3 large security guards helped carry me out, and throw me into the street. I guess you could say I was leaving my dignity in hand.
Looking back now at that whole experience I can’t believe my behavior. It breaks my heart to know that a little road rage jeopardized my whole internship. I’m now aware that it’s important to watch whom you flick the bird too, and throw drinks at. It’s safe to say that was my last time I’ve had rage…

I’m seventeen and live with my mum, brothers and baby sister. Lately money has been very tight and so I was wondering if anyone could give me suggestions of how to make christmas gifts - not filling a shoebox full of stuff but may be the pattern for a gorgeous rag doll for the baby, you get the idea.. I want the gifts to be something they’d love and maybe even something that could be passed down through generations! I’m willing to try my hand at most crafts..

Christmas is a very important time for us - so the gifts need to mean something, but in a lone-parent family with six kids this can cost!! The older boys love motorbikes, classic cars, playing the electric guitar. The younger boys tend to take their lead but anything a 6-8 year old might like would be good. The baby will be two by Christmas.

Thanks, God bless you xxx

I was walking to school around a year ago along the way I discovered a beautiful classic tabby with white that was very social that came right up to me talking nonstop well rubbing against me she will also follow me if I walk but only goes so far as she fears the cars . I also noted that she was neutered which means she did have an owner at one time. The area that she is in on a very very busy and dangerous street. I asked around the neighborhood and was told it was abandoned. I fed her daily and would spend time with it before and after school. My friends and I were able to capture it and bring it in the house but she freaked out and hid under my friend’s bed hissing and swatting at us. Once we got her back where she belonged she didn’t fully trust me. One of the neighbors then told me she wanted to keep it and I thought it would be perfect. I stopped seeing it for nearly a year until today well walking to school one day this week. I was not sure if it was the same kitty but it was just as sweet and looked like her and she was in the same spot where I found her so long ago. I am not sure what happened but I know that the area were the cat lives in quite poor and people move in for only a few months at a time so I’m guessing the lady who wants to take her in moved away and left the cat to fend for herself. I’m not sure If somebody else is maybe taking care of her either. I hung out for a while and noted that there were feces all over the grass and she had also been hunting for food. I feel very bad for this cat as she is young and very sweet but I am unable to take her in as I have to elderly cats myself and my dad won’t let me keep her no matter how much I beg. I volunteer with a cat rescue though who may take her in but I’m not sure if I should as people may be feeding her but she shows every sign of a stray abandoned kitty I am going to ask around one time try to feed her and try to find a indoor home for him but I could use some advise as she doesn’t seem to like the indoors at all but I don’t want to leave her out there to be hit by a rushing car.

Well I’m 16 and getting a car. I don’t want no 2011 gay prius or anything I want to get a 67 impala or mustang something classic. I’m alright with getting a civic too like a 98 and if I do get it I’m not going to turn it into a douchemobile like big spoilers or anything I would keep it nice maybe get a spoiler (one that looks good and not gay) and keep it all black just a classic color. Anyone else like this? Like you don’t want to get a car with racing stripes and unbelievably huge spoilers you just wanna keep it fresh and classic. I just don’t want to feel like some guy who works in a cubicle if I get a prius I like to be different.
And I’m not going to keep it stock either, I plan on getting just regular rims not 22’s or anything but racing rims that are meant to FIT on the car. I plan on upgrading it to make it faster, like cold air intake and exhaust, headers and stuff.