School Story:
My first vehicle was this run down old puky green plymouth that was only one step in embarrassment above riding the bus. In addition to fantastic looks, this car had a failing alternator belt which sqealed louder than a pig just after a good heavy rain. One particular afternoon, my companians and I were rushing to leave our esteemed educational establishment in my green steed, when who should happen to catch ear to my plight, but a band of handsome classmates of the opposite sex. Not only did they notice, but one gentleman happened to approach my window and ask me if I even knew what was wrong with my car. Of course I knew, however I was sooo overwhelmed in embarrassment that my brain decided not to inform my mouth and I went blank muttering words I'm sure to this day do not match any formal language. He joyously returned to his group shouting, "See I told you guys she didn't know." They continued their stroll, merrilly chuckling at my demise as I regained my motor functions enough to get the hell out of there. That very weekend my father and I changed the alternator belt. A couple weeks later the radiator blew up. Thankfully it happened in the privacy of a four way intersection just a few blocks away from school. What a great first car!
