When I was 18 I bought my first car. It was a 1986 Plymouth Horizon and it cost $200. It was Ssssweeeeeeeeeet!
One of the first things I did was slap a couple skateboard stickers on that thing, and christened it with a nice long ride in the back roads. After about a week the floor was covered in blunt guts, and that’s just the way I liked it. The stereo was my walkman, plugged into two little speakers. The speakers were so small that they fit in the cup holders. It was bumpin’.
There is a saying that says, “You get what you pay for.” This was certainly true in the case of my first car. Whenever I would hit a bump it would break down. The whole engine would shut down. It didn’t even have to be a big bump, a manhole cover would do. Once it broke down, sometimes it would start back up immediately, other times it would take a couple hours. This didn’t stop us from driving it places. In fact we drove it to the beach quite often, we just had to make a few stops getting there.
That car lasted about 4 months before I had to put it out of its misery. One day I started it up and something broke and the whole engine almost fell on the ground. I sold it for parts and almost made all of my money back.
One of my favorite things to do in that car was to go behind the local grocery store and hit the shopping carts. That was really fun.
Once we did a drive-by on some kids with Roman Candles. One of the candles dropped in the car and started shooting fireballs all over the place. We were on a dirt road so I let go of the wheel and covered my face for protection, we coasted into a ditch, and my dashboard caught on fire. No one was hurt.
I also liked drinking and driving, then trying to hit road signs with the empty beers. This is kind of like a Denton National Pastime, and I still try and get a good game of “hit the road sign” in every time I go home.
There is a saying that says, “You get what you pay for.” This was certainly true in the case of my first car. Whenever I would hit a bump it would break down. The whole engine would shut down. It didn’t even have to be a big bump, a manhole cover would do. Once it broke down, sometimes it would start back up immediately, other times it would take a couple hours. This didn’t stop us from driving it places. In fact we drove it to the beach quite often, we just had to make a few stops getting there.
That car lasted about 4 months before I had to put it out of its misery. One day I started it up and something broke and the whole engine almost fell on the ground. I sold it for parts and almost made all of my money back.
One of my favorite things to do in that car was to go behind the local grocery store and hit the shopping carts. That was really fun.
Once we did a drive-by on some kids with Roman Candles. One of the candles dropped in the car and started shooting fireballs all over the place. We were on a dirt road so I let go of the wheel and covered my face for protection, we coasted into a ditch, and my dashboard caught on fire. No one was hurt.
I also liked drinking and driving, then trying to hit road signs with the empty beers. This is kind of like a Denton National Pastime, and I still try and get a good game of “hit the road sign” in every time I go home.
3 comments:
did you even have a license ??? i never knew you could drive
Yeah I think he had his license then but this car might have scarred him from ever getting it again. It broke down every other day. I remember driving it and having to turn the wheel 12 times to make a simple left turn. (no power steering). Also he used to rock The O.G.C. CD all the time, when he turned the volume up the bass would sound like paper being crumpled.
One summer in an attempt to bring our grades up after our first not to great year's at college, SNAXXX and i signed up for a psychology class at a local college just for the summer. It was a disaster, the class started at 4 or 5 and had an hour or hour and a half break in the middle. During the break we would chill in the Plymouth and contribute to the blunt guts that were all over the floor. The class was brutally slow and the Plymouth helped pass the time...
i had a license but urn is right. after that car, i was so over driving. i didnt really drive that much anyway. whenever i would pick someone up, i would hand them the keys and sit on the passenger side. i can remember sitting in the back of my own car all the time.
you could get high smelling the seat cushions of that car.
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