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I Remember When

There was a time my father drove a brown Chevette. No, not a Corvette. A Chevette! As a child, I was embarrassed of it. He took me to school one day, and I had it all planned out. I wanted him to drop me off where no one would see me. More specifically, "behind the buses." Much to my surprise, my dad parked the car by the front entrance, with two tires on the sidewalk. I hurried out the door, but he started beeping the horn and yelling at me. The horn sounded like a chihuahua with a sore throat. All these years later, I'd give anything to have an old Chevette. My dad still laughs at me about that day.
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Yes we gave my wife's cousin a Ford Escort. First thing he did with this car is drive cross-country and blow up the engine. the worst of it is when he filled out a family letter later on that my wife's family is partial to doing. He remarked on how he helped us out by taking this old car off our hands. I don't much care to give stuff to anybody anymore
JustKeepScrolling · 36-40, M
My dad had that car for years. He gave it to my uncle, who needed a car, and he destroyed it in a week. It was covered in duct tape, had parts missing, parked in the high weeds. That's what happens when you give someone something.
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Nothin like the throaty roar of a 'vette when you wind out that 1.4l powerhouse.

 
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