First Cars

It did well until I plowed into the back of a car on Sepulveda Blvd in Van Nuys when a woman decided to make an illegal turn right past an intersection. I bent the key with my knee and cut open my chin on the steering wheel. My Mom was two cars behind me when it happened and was more shook up than me.

It wasn't a dignified ending for a 1966 Pontiac Le Mans. My next car was a brand new 1973 Ford Pinto. Jokes aside I liked the car even though it was dreadfully slow.