Such liberal social attitudes were not always the fashion in this nation. We boomers, spoiled as we
were are, began our driving experiences in our parents' cast off vehicles. After many years of exemplary family service, these worn out, hulking masses were turned over to the kid bearing the most freshly minted license with a hardy congratulatory pat on the back. “It’s all yours, Son/Daughter. Take care of her and she’ll take care of you." You instantly suspected that this lie registered somewhere between Santa and the Tooth Fairy. But, like always, you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You took the proffered keys eagarly, visions of absolute freedom playing like "anthropology" filmstrips in your head.
But let's be honest. As I recall, the prevalent term for these rolling post-familiar nightmares was "shit-boxes." No heat, no air conditioning, no music, no class, plenty of dents. But maybe there was a great back seat! And, maybe, if you were lucky, and your were parents clueless enough, it was a station wagon! The possibilities were suddenly endless. "I got a '64 wagon and I got me a woody! Surf City, here I come!"
In any event, your only limitation was curfew...and insurance. And who paid attention to that?*
So what I'm looking for is this: What was your ugliest car? Find us a picture. And then tell us a story about your ugly car. I don't care what, just make it sound real.
*Ahh... youthful exuberance. I often wonder whether half the crap I think happened to me actually happened to me...and then I run into some old friend and the history churned up just gets worse and worse for mrs. rdr. I've found that when anyone asks you did as a kid, the best answer to give is "nothing felonious."