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My first attempt at driving was when my older brother gave me his Pinto. I was excited as hell. It was a beat-up car, but that didn't matter- it was still freedom. I was only like 15 at the time and had no license, but that didn't stop me from calling up my best friend at the time and we took the POS Pinto out onto Antioch Road.
We were going up a hill when the Pinto wouldn't make it. All of a sudden the Pinto is going backwards toward oncoming traffic as my buddy and I started screaming like a couple of teenage girls in a bad horror film. We were nothing more than a big gas tank reading to explode upon impact as the Pinto picked up speed going downhill backwards as my buddy lunged out the passenger window waving everyone behind us to get out of the way.
Luckily we didn't hit anyone and I just returned my brother's car back to the house and never got into that POS ever again. I think he sold it for scraps.
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Four blessings upon my fellow planeteers: Older whiskey, younger women, faster horses, and more money.
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