My first car...
"She was a fast machine. She kept her motor clean. She was the best d*mn car that I ever seen."
Nope. Not talking about MY car. THAT car belonged to my friend, T. She had a Fiero and a 5.0 Mustang in high school. She also had a mullet in junior high, but managed to still look really cool. I loved it when she drove us around. I think I remember her riding on the floorboard when I drove.
Here is MY first car.
But it was in the following color.
I know, hideous sexy, right?
But even though it was no where near my dream car, I LOVED it.....because I was 16 and it was ALL MINE! (Probably cuz no one else wanted it.)
Yes, it was puke green and the carpet had been dyed black to hide the murder evidence stains from normal wear and tear. And sure, it had a am/fm radio thumpin' stereo system. And OF COURSE I rode around with my windows down and the radio blasting Hall and Oates Beastie Boys. Not to mention the handy little hatch back feature for easy access so I could put my saxophone gym bag in the back.
The best feature? I could fill the tank with $10 worth of gas and drive straight home from school after making a loop through the local college campus for two weeks before I would have to fill up again.
As much as I dissed my own car, I secretly loved how it drove. It was a stick shift and I prided myself on how I handled the transition of the clutch and the gears. My driving was smooth as buttah after many scary moments at red lights and on hills with stop signs that first month.
I would drive that little green bean down Sheep Farm Road (yes, I grew up in a podunk town where one of the most heavily traveled roads was named after a sheep farm) and recklessly hug that windy stretch like I was riding a mountain road in a Porsche.
Oh, how I miss that old stick shift. I'm glad I learned how to drive stick. I didn't own an automatic car until after I got married. But I am proud to say that if I were to ever go on The Amazing Race, I would fail at everything else, I would show up all those young whipper snappers who had no clue how to drive anything other than an automatic.
Do they even make stick shifts anymore? Yes? No? I have no clue. But I know they don't make them like my old car anymore. (Thank goodness.)
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