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Default Re: This is the story of my first car..

<span style="font-weight: bold">The day I turned 16.</span>

It was; like every kid at the age of 16, a day that will never be forgotten. I begged my mother to run me over to the driving center so I could take my test and get that prized possession of the driver’s license.. Nervous as hell and white knuckling the steering wheel at the 10 &amp; 2 positions we ( the instructor and I) made our lap around town and within an hour I was at home with my fresh off the printer license in my wallet and the keys to my 69 in my hand and the door handle in the other.. I swear I blew every dollar I had that day and night driving around town, going to buddies houses and taking every back road I saw just because I could and I was lovin’ it.. I must have put a thousand miles on it that day.. lol Not sure I mentioned but my birthday is in the middle of summer so I did a ton of driving.. One weekend several friends and I all piled into the Camaro and headed off as we had our sights set of downtown Nashville!! We are cruising down I40 enjoying some left handed smokes we roll up on an early 90’s Ford Lightning.. As dumb kids would do we rolled up next to him and I hear him throw the hammer down so I do the same.. I was quickly reminded that the mighty 307 was a mighty pile of dog turds when it came to performance.. That was the first time I had been in a “race” and was given the big “L”.. I was embarrassed but screw it we had smoke and we were gonna have a good time!! I think we finally made it back home around 3am.. I will say this about the 307.. It was dependable as could be as it never left me stranded and it was also stealthily quite.. I could slide into the house undetected.. At least I thought so.. I was awakened 3 hours later by my dad telling me to get up we are going to a swap meet!! I rarely turned down the opportunity to go scouring for parts with pops as I called my dad.. He just made every trip whether it was to a swap meet, car show or to the dump an adventure.. Needless to say I didn’t go out that night and slept from the minute my backside hit the door to the following morning when I had to get up to go to work..


<span style="font-weight: bold">This pic was from very first car show.. Yeah I didnt place.. lol</span>





<span style="font-weight: bold">Another shot of the car after one of the weekly car washes I would do after I turned 16..</span>

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