Do You Remember Your First...

Car, that is.

If you're like me, or like most teenagers in America, your first car was nothing special, other then the fact of what it was, your first car. First taste of responsibility, and quite possibly, your first running joke. Most often it was handed down from your parents, or bought for around $1000 that you saved up from flipping burgers. Either way, a lot of times it looks like this:



That's right. An '85 Volvo station wagon. Broken A/C, Broken Tape Player, and manual windows. Despite all that, I have some good memories in that car. And that's not even including the time the odometer hit 300,000. Yes, that car was well worn.

Can't say I missed it when it went, but memories are always nice to reflect upon.