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"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
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My first car...
was a '72 Chevy Impala. I bought it just before my senior year of high school in 1994 when I was 17 years old.
It got about four miles to the gallon, but we could never figure out the exact mpg because the gas gauge didn't work. The number of times I had to call someone to bring me a bit of gas prompted my dad to get me a AAA membership. The power steering pump didn't work, so I had one of the best sets of biceps you've ever seen on a 17 year old girl. My last class of the day in school was Honors Algebra, and once 13 people skipped the class and we all piled into my car and went to the lake. The next day our teacher never said a word about only having 9 people show up for her last class.
I drove that car to the homecoming dance in the fall and to the prom in the spring. And while I didn't lose my virginity in the car, it was only about 30 feet away from the blanket we were on. My then boyfriend (and current husband) didn't have a driving license, so that car took us everywhere, and if gas prices weren't so high, I'd encourage hubby to find me another and fix it up for me.
I really miss that car.
Apologies for lack of funny and disgusting amounts of nostalgia.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:27, 4 replies)
was a '72 Chevy Impala. I bought it just before my senior year of high school in 1994 when I was 17 years old.
It got about four miles to the gallon, but we could never figure out the exact mpg because the gas gauge didn't work. The number of times I had to call someone to bring me a bit of gas prompted my dad to get me a AAA membership. The power steering pump didn't work, so I had one of the best sets of biceps you've ever seen on a 17 year old girl. My last class of the day in school was Honors Algebra, and once 13 people skipped the class and we all piled into my car and went to the lake. The next day our teacher never said a word about only having 9 people show up for her last class.
I drove that car to the homecoming dance in the fall and to the prom in the spring. And while I didn't lose my virginity in the car, it was only about 30 feet away from the blanket we were on. My then boyfriend (and current husband) didn't have a driving license, so that car took us everywhere, and if gas prices weren't so high, I'd encourage hubby to find me another and fix it up for me.
I really miss that car.
Apologies for lack of funny and disgusting amounts of nostalgia.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:27, 4 replies)
I am supremely envious of you.
I'd love to be able to get hold of a classic like the Impala, and be able to afford to run it, but it looks like it's never to be. Dog bless America and it's love affair with improbably awesome automobiles.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:47, closed)
I'd love to be able to get hold of a classic like the Impala, and be able to afford to run it, but it looks like it's never to be. Dog bless America and it's love affair with improbably awesome automobiles.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:47, closed)
Oh man, the engine was so freaking big. I once had it up over 110 mph on the back roads in Ohio. I don't know exactly how fast I was going, because the speedometer didn't go any higher than that. It was so many levels of awesome.
( , Fri 23 Apr 2010, 15:54, closed)
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