Every young man remembers his first car, that first love, that first feeling of power! And when it is a convertible, why the memory is all the stronger! That’s right – that’s me! And of course my first car. It was my pride and joy and like every guy who loves his car no one else was allowed to drive it. No way.
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| Note the racing mitts! |
Up and down in front of the houses I would go despite the weather. I loved that first car.
What was your first car like? Did you care for it, baby it? Did you make sure it was clean and shiny before you took it out?
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