I took my driving test on my sister’s car – a 1990 white Plymouth Sundance. It was a graduation gift. She got the full scholarship to FHU and a new car. I got a 1989 Chevy S-10 and a pat on the back. But more on that later.
The test was at the Murfreesboro Road DMV location. Easy. Passed on my first try. My sister had to take her driving test 3 times because she got nervous in the first two tests.
The Sundance was a good car. I drove it on occasion. Blue interior. Hatchback, although it was shaped like a car with a trunk. No tape player.
My truck. It was a white Chevy S-10. Blue stripe down the bottom. Bucket seats. It had a special security feature where you had to turn on the parking lights to start the thing. Go figure. I never had it stolen, but I had alot of people wanting to borrow it who couldn’t figure out how to start it. And my dad had to get a lame topper for it, so that when he took off the trash it wouldn’t fly away. How lame is it to drive a nice S-10 pickup truck to school with an ugly topper on it?
I managed to talk my parents into getting me a car for college. They were in constant need of the truck for hauling things. I drove it my Freshmen year at college, always having to drive it home for them to borrow. So my sophomore year I got a 1992 bright blue Mitsubishi Eclipse. Nice car. It had tinted windows and black out plates on the lights. I had a wreck in it. But nothing that did much damage to the car.
Those are the stories of my past cars….