Cagliostro wrote:I've never driven. I've been saving up for a spaceship.
Then how, exactly, did you get Menolly to the airport?

Wait, never mind. I don't think I want to know....
When I was a new driver, I got to drive my parents' '67 Mustang. Ohhh baby, that was a cool car.

I can't tell you how annoyed I was when my dad sold it, years later.
Jenn, my parents had a '60-something Plymouth Valiant. My mom loved that car. Then my dad gave it to my brother, and he totaled it.
My cars:
-1962 Ford Falcon (with a manual choke -- went from 0 to 60 in about an hour and a half

)
-1973 Plymouth Fury named "Sherman the Tank" -- dark green with a white vinyl top. My dad wanted me to have a big honkin' chunk of metal around me. Urgh. I hated that car.
-1976-ish Chevy Chevette -- Yes! I sold Sherman for a Chevette!

Named it Petey. I loved the hell out of that car. Loved it even more after we found, and replaced, the cracked solenoid in the starter... I drove it into the ground and finally junked it out.
-1986-ish Honda Civic, named Blueberry. (The kids named it.) We bought it from a guy in a parking lot. The engine burned up almost immediately, stranding us somewhere in Pennsylvania on our way to Hersheypark.
-1992 Toyota Corolla, named Candy. (The kids also named this one.) I put over 100,000 miles on it and was sorry to get rid of it.
-2003-ish Toyota Corolla, named the Grey Ghost. I never really warmed up to this car. Traded it in earlier this year, after the "check engine" light came on twice in the space of 6 months.
-2008 Honda Fit, named "Fitz, son of Petey". I *love* this car! I've begun calling it my midlife crisis car.
