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Message: <blockquote data-quote="druryj" data-source="post: 3315509" data-attributes="member: 10465">Man don’t you wish you had that car now?  Beauty. My first car was gifted to me by me old dad. A ‘53 Chevy station wagon.  It had been a house painter’s car. I think Dad might have paid $150 for it.  It had this setup on the roof held in place by suction cups and some kind of hooks, as I recall, that the painter used to strap his ladders on the old beater with. It smelled like hot tar and paint and chemicals and sounded like a bucket of loose bolts.  It was mostly a light blue but different parts were either primer gray or rattle can black.  I got in a bunch of fist fights at school because guys would make fun of me and my old jalopy. But being a station wagon, with the seats down in back and a couple of old blankets, it served me well for awhile in high school as the “Love Mobile” until I was able to save enough money to buy a better car. But it was so ugly, pretty much anything would have been an upgrade. Car #2 was a Brown (turd color)Dodge something-can’t remember- but it had those great bigass fins flanking the trunk.  I mean like great big bat wings they were. This one girl I’d see sometimes would sneak her mom’s cigarettes out to smoke, and she managed to catch the back seat on fire.  I whipped into the Crosswinds Apartments there on about NW 58 and May in OKC, yanked the bottom foam part of the smoldering back seat out and threw it in the pool. Slowly, over time, I killed that old giant cruise-boat of a car and left it dead, no bottom to the back seat still,  in the parking lot of Shotgun Sams Pizza Parlor at NW 36 and May. This was around 1968-ish.Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk</blockquote>

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