ohhh is it wrong that I wish I had a teal camaro?

Yeah, we were BA.

‘Cept I think I was the ‘non-threatening not as attractive best friend side kick.’

Yeah, I might need to rethink that friendship.
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@Kate, HAHA! I love it, also… I totally want a SPAM shirt…

To The Internet!

Also, I used to have a SPAM shirt. 🙂

@Jamie, No kidding!! At the time I was just happy to have a set of wheels but as an adult looking back…I was driving a DEATH TRAP!
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@Rhonda, HAHA When I think back on the cars our parents gave us, I wonder what the heck they were THINKING letting us drive around in those things!

@Jeannie, I think it was the combo of NOT facing the road and pink fruity drinks. Ugh, I got a little sick just thinking about it.

@Jamie, yes that happened too. Thus rule number two, no drinking for the people in the back. ick. Ours happened when coming down from Lake Tahoe. Six hour drive with the smell of vomit. eew!
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The a/c didn’t work, the cassette player didn’t work. The gear shift was on the floor…which made a convenient spot for leaking exhaust to come through. YIKES!

It ran through a quart of oil like every other day and did I mention that you could not open the driver’s door from the inside?

This didn’t present much of a problem until the automatic window stopped working. Then, in order to get out of my car, I had to lower the rear driver side window and reach my arm around through that window and open my door from the outside.

I walked around for over a year with a permanent bruise on the inside of my left arm, just below the elbow, where my arm would wrap around the window frame.

Damn I miss that beast.
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@Jeannie, OHMIGOSH! I rode in the back of these with this kind of seating arrangement one time for like four hours down to the coast. I was seventeen, and I’d had two wine coolers. I threw up ALL OVER the back window. It was awesome–in that it wasn’t awesome AT ALL.

@Chantal Kirkland, oh for realsies? I’ve never actually heard an 8-track

@Ellise, HAHA I LOVE It. My car back then had a name too, we called it Buckie. Why don’t I name my cars anymore?

@Jamie, Half-Price Books–that’s all I’m saying.
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That car was made of metal and we’d hatch bets on it going against a train and emerging unscathed.

The passenger side door took on water when it rained and the A/C only worked when I hit the brakes. Did I mention it was only built for AM radio?

The meat of the story is this, my friends wouldn’t even call it a car, it was always, “The Machine”.
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My BFF sat in the back and as she was trying to get out she stepped on her skirt accidentally mooning everyone.

A new rule was born, no one in the back with skirts.
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@write-brained, I gagged like five times just looking for pictures of spam for this blog post, and then I gagged again when I was jazzing it up. Seriously, I feel ya.

@Chantal Kirkland, you had 8-tracks? Where the hell did you even find them?!?!?