Back in the broke old days(winter of 78-79) I had a 68 Fleetwood Brougham. Broken front shock made it look like a half ass barrio cruiser.
We had a shit brown pinto station wagon. Dad rear ended a guy right after we stopped and got burgers. Dude at a stop signs goes and then slams on break. Dad smacked him but not real real hard. We of course lost all of our drinks and fries. I am 100% sure my mom and dad got into an argument over the incident.
You could always tell by the front and rear which year it was. I could stick 10 people in the car and 4 in the trunk for going to Drive-Ins!!!
Mustangs of the 80s were shit and an embarrassment to the brand.
You didn't get a car til after college? Man, I saved up as much paper route money as I could to get my own ride the moment I turned 16 & got my license. ...FREEDOM!... ...Then got a new job right after that to make more money for stereo upgrades, insurance, gas & shit...
Didn’t really need one. I borrowed it for work in hs. And in college all my roommates had a car so I never needed one.
Did you live in NYC when you were a teen? ...i.e. used public transportation to get everywhere?
No. I borrowed the car when I was a teen. I didn’t own my own.
I grew up as the oldest of five kids in a home where my father worked a factory job to pay bills and my mother stayed at home to take care of the large fam. For me, there was no such thing as "borrow the car". Not once did I ever drive my mom's "family transporter" (which was a red Dodge Caravan when I was in my teens) anywhere and the only time I ever drove my dad's car (which was a light pastel green Chevy Celebrity) was when he was teaching me how to drive. From birth to 15, if I wanted freedom of transportation I either walked or rode my bike - and I wanted freedom of transportation frequently because my house was always a zoo.
