It still find it amazing that NOBODY could tell they were being punked…. but I guess they were rushing so much to “break the news” that they all had full paralysis of the brain.
Its a little car, lol. But being a broke teenager it was awesome because it got great gas mileage and wouldn’t die. I think it was basically a toyota or some other Japanese brand if I remember right with geo.
There was nothing more broke ass '80s then washing my buddy drive his beat up Chevette hatchback down the road with our 6 ft long gold crushed velour couch hanging out the back with me sitting on the couch to keep it stable praying to God that he was the right amount of high to be driving well and wouldn’t take a turn at more than 30 and shoot me the other direction as it’s spun. Now that Chevette probably couldn’t get above 30 without some pretty serious downhill action so I was probably safe, probably.
1981 Olds Cutlass. Not the powerful one. We called it the gutless-cutlass. Two door with both front and rear bench seats. Me and six other kids would cruise the suburbs of Toronto, down to the lake and back again. Took that bad boy with me to university. The bench seating came in handy with the ladies….
My first was a 75 Plymouth Duster. It looked cool but after 1 year of winter driving here in Erie, Pa it was held together with sheet metal from coffee cans and bondo. My ex wife had me convinced it was a great winter car. The defroster and the heater didn’t work and it was rear wheel drive with racing slicks on the back, with cool rims. I drove it for 3 years after paying 500 bucks for it. When trading it in The salesman let me borrow a screw driver so I could take out my $800 stereo out so he could give me my 100 dollar trade in allowance.
I got caught speeding in my Vette(Chevette) by a Missouri State trooper 70 in a 55. He told me he got me going downhill otherwise I probably would have been OK.