FIRST RIDE

What was your first car back in high school? I got the handed-me-down  1978 yellow Ford Fiesta. I was proud of it too. There were 3 of them in existence back when I was a sophmore in high school. Barry Black had one, Shannon Terry had one, then me. I remember one day we all parked by one another and Shannon couldn't remember which one was her's. I also was flipped the bird on more than one occasion because people thought I was Shannon. That's when I put tri-color blue racing strips up and over the top of mine. I also had a sun roof put in it. That only cost me a 6-pack of beer. Lots of great memories from that ride. Don't know if it's still alive, but the damn odometer rolled over 3 times making it a new ride every time. So now times have surely changed. My son is a senior this year and his taste in cars is on a much higher level. He worked the summer of 9th grade and made enough money to buy his first car out right. Mind you he had to go all the way to Minnesota to get it, but a sweet little ride. It was ok for him to be seen with Mom driving it around tell he learned how to drive a manual, then he didn't want me driving it anymore. Was ruining his mojo with the chicks.                               1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse GST

Then he wanted a Honda, so he and his Dad spent loads of time surfing ebay till he found the one of his dreams. This one is in San Diego, California. They will fly out and then drive it home. This was his 17th Birthday present to himself. Again he bought this on his own. So they didn't quite have the greatest weather bringing it home. This was in January. Lots of rain in California and snow over South Pass, but they made it back in one piece and in two days. We still laugh cuz we know people were calling them "stupid idiots from California" driving that in the snow. Especially over South Pass. Ken just keep it in 4th gear and lugged it up the mountain. An exausting trip, but one they won't forget.

                               1999 Honda Acura Integra

Yes these both are fast little rice grinders, (as we call them). Am I allowed to drive either one now? NO! He doesn't want me racing either one, and the chicks always want to know who that girl is driving his car. It embarasses him to say, "That's my Mom". Now I wish I had better taste for a ride back in my day.