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I have been blessed with a great many wonderful cars. The first car my dad got me was a 1968 Ford Mustang. That had always been my dream car. It was pretty cool, except for a few things, first of all, it didn't move. I guess I could have made it move if I had been more motivated. But I wasn't, and unfortunately, that car went bye bye. I bought my first drivable car off a friend of my dad's for $600. It was a piece of shit. A 1981 AMC Concord which I later named Tortuga. It kicked ass though, as ugly as it was. It was a total tank, not only did it suck gas like a tank, it crashed into things like a tank. I can't remember in which order I crashed into things, but I seem to recall backing it up into my neighbor's ditch, his old satellite dish, and his telephone pole. Among other things hit was some guy's brand new liscense plate frame, an already dead cat which traumatized me into becoming a vegetarian, and a tree on the way to school. None of which damaged the car whatsoever. I was backing up my dad's Jeep when I snagged the side of a custmer's car while my parents just sat there and watched me. Then I had a few mishaps while driving my dad's '76 Chevy pickup. One of which being the pedestrian. *sigh* Another being the speeding ticket. And I don't think I want to get into any more as to not incriminate myself at such an early age. The last car I had been driving was a 1984 Pontiac Fiero. That was exciting. Most of the time, I drove that car in the lovely city of Las Vegas. It was fun to drive, however, I had a few problems with it as well. Somehow the bumper got cracked. Beth is not admitting as to how. And one night, the tire blew out and snapped back and hit the side of the car. That was an exciting night, let me tell you. Oh, and speaking of the tire, the guy at the tire store was kinda cute. His name was Cheddar. Very unique. Tasty looking too! Right now, I am not really driving. I would prefer not to. I have had my share of tickets and driving schools and courts and fines and California howdy's, etc. I would rather just be a passenger. Driver!