[wendymom]

My first car was my dads leftover 69 Toyota Corona. (My mom drove the Plymouth Fury with the white vinyl top) It was many shades of blue and rust (I grew up next to the ocean) We were afraid to wash it thinking the dirt was what held it together. In my high school years we played a game called green ball which was basically tag with cars. We always took my car since it didn't matter if we wrecked it. I finally refused to drive it somewhere in my 2nd year of college when I hit my brakes and still sailed through a red light. I think my dad managed to trade it to someone who could actually tinker with it and fix it.