baby you can drive my car
Feb. 7th, 2005 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoan1. How old were you when you got your driver's license?
I believe I was 16 and a half. As soon as it was legal.
2. Did you get your own car right away, use the family car, or bum rides from friends?
I used the family car. We couldn't afford another one. My mom was happy to let me use it to go grocery shopping, and I was happy to go grocery shopping if it meant I could use the car. ;)
3. What was your first car and what was it like?
A beige 1979 Toyota Corona station wagon. I bought it in 1993, the summer after my first year of college, for $400. It was a great car. Most of the time the driver's-side door wouldn't open, so I got really adept at either sliding over the passenger seat, or jumping in/out through the window. Many Daisy Duke jokes were made. I loved that car. She had a tape player but no heater. ;) She took me from Boston to Ohio and back many times before her unfortunate demise (see below).
4. How old were you when you got your first traffic ticket and what happened?
I believe it was that same year, my sophomore year in college, or maybe my junior year. I was chauffeuring a friend and her gf to her grandmother's place to retrieve her car that had been in the shop. It was like a 50-mile trip each way, on highway, and I got pulled over doing 80 in a 65 zone. (Please! Everyone does 80 in a 65!) The friend paid half of the ticket, which I sure appreciated since neither of us could really afford it.
5. What is your favorite car story, be it an accident, road trip, etc?
It would have to be the time when the aforementioned Toyota died a few miles outside of Scranton, PA, in the middle of a blizzard. I was with my brother, driving us back to college after Xmas break. (We both went to college in Ohio.) It must have been January of '96. We got a tow to a nearby inn, aptly named "Journey's End," where we spent the night. The next morning there was like three feet of snow, so we wound up trapped in that motel for three or four days, with nothing to eat but horrible greasy bar food from the motel's bar, and nothing to do but watch the Weather Channel and get on each other's nerves. Finally we got the car fixed and set out again. The car died an hour or so later, as we were getting into Scranton. We wound up abandoning her on a side street and taking a bus to college. A week later I bribed a friend into driving me back to Scranton to reclaim the car, having obtained (with great effort) the necessary part to make her go again. Whew! (The car died for good the next summer, after giving me three lovely years of service.)
Ever after, my brother has said that he's going to write the whole thing up into a short story titled "Escape from Journey's End," but to my knowledge he hasn't done so yet. :)
Good times, good times. Ah, to be young and carefree and armed with mom's credit card. ;)
I believe I was 16 and a half. As soon as it was legal.
2. Did you get your own car right away, use the family car, or bum rides from friends?
I used the family car. We couldn't afford another one. My mom was happy to let me use it to go grocery shopping, and I was happy to go grocery shopping if it meant I could use the car. ;)
3. What was your first car and what was it like?
A beige 1979 Toyota Corona station wagon. I bought it in 1993, the summer after my first year of college, for $400. It was a great car. Most of the time the driver's-side door wouldn't open, so I got really adept at either sliding over the passenger seat, or jumping in/out through the window. Many Daisy Duke jokes were made. I loved that car. She had a tape player but no heater. ;) She took me from Boston to Ohio and back many times before her unfortunate demise (see below).
4. How old were you when you got your first traffic ticket and what happened?
I believe it was that same year, my sophomore year in college, or maybe my junior year. I was chauffeuring a friend and her gf to her grandmother's place to retrieve her car that had been in the shop. It was like a 50-mile trip each way, on highway, and I got pulled over doing 80 in a 65 zone. (Please! Everyone does 80 in a 65!) The friend paid half of the ticket, which I sure appreciated since neither of us could really afford it.
5. What is your favorite car story, be it an accident, road trip, etc?
It would have to be the time when the aforementioned Toyota died a few miles outside of Scranton, PA, in the middle of a blizzard. I was with my brother, driving us back to college after Xmas break. (We both went to college in Ohio.) It must have been January of '96. We got a tow to a nearby inn, aptly named "Journey's End," where we spent the night. The next morning there was like three feet of snow, so we wound up trapped in that motel for three or four days, with nothing to eat but horrible greasy bar food from the motel's bar, and nothing to do but watch the Weather Channel and get on each other's nerves. Finally we got the car fixed and set out again. The car died an hour or so later, as we were getting into Scranton. We wound up abandoning her on a side street and taking a bus to college. A week later I bribed a friend into driving me back to Scranton to reclaim the car, having obtained (with great effort) the necessary part to make her go again. Whew! (The car died for good the next summer, after giving me three lovely years of service.)
Ever after, my brother has said that he's going to write the whole thing up into a short story titled "Escape from Journey's End," but to my knowledge he hasn't done so yet. :)
Good times, good times. Ah, to be young and carefree and armed with mom's credit card. ;)
