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My first car was my step-father's 1981 Toyota Corolla. It was a little two-door that he used to let me borrow. I'd take that poor car out on Friday and Saturday nights with my buddies and do all kinds of stupid teenaged driver stuff, like neutral drops, donuts in the parking lot, and hitting railroad crossings at speed. Then one day, my folks bought a new car and the Toyota was mine...and so were the bills to keep fixing it. The foolishness stopped, much to the chagrin of my buddies.
My first Camaro was a black '83 with the enemic carbureted 2.8 and craptacular metric 200 tranny. Drove that sucker daily until I tossed a rod. Had another 'maro that was a rusted-out '75 with faded red paint (Where there wasn't any rust) and a chewed-up black vinyl roof. Had a strong 350, though. I put on an Edelbrock Performer intake and a Holley 600 carb with vacuum secondaries and a manual choke and chrome valve covers...yeah, those babies made that car faster. Thought I was hot excrement with that car. In the middle of trying to restore it while in college on a few hundred bucks a week, I let it go. Ah, the memories. At least I replaced that one with another non-running project.
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