Mine was blue, but here she is, my not always trusty, kinda rusty (not really) little highschool car.
Being a priveleaged teen with her own car came with some obligations. Like saving as many friends as I could from riding the bus to school. Or being soley in charge of getting everyone including me home before curfew.
It had a suprising load capacity. I'm pretty sure I exceeded the human capacity more than once. And I used to load useful things to, like my trunk when I worked at camp one summer.
Say what you want about the old girl, but chances are, if you knew me back in highschool, she was your ride home at least once!
3 comments:
aahh, the prs. my favorite part about her was the horn that didn't work, so when you got to my house, you made tarrah get out and yell for me. i'm sure the neighbors loved that!
Actually, we tried being the horn first. We rolled the windows down and all yelled HONK! If that didn't work, then Tarrah had to get out.
i was just telling a friend about the 'honking' last night. funny!
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