My 1st car - 1988 Mustang - The Insulting Tribute



I can't tell if I hate or like this car anymore. It was my first car - like the first of most things, you tend to remember the good times more than the bad.

Only 32,000 miles were on the car when I got it - no amenities - no air conditioning, most every power option did not work, the radio didn't even work - but it is your first car - it doesn't matter. As long as you can drive, it's great.

Everyone I knew thought it was a great car. Well- on the one hand you don't want to admit you are driving a grandmother's 4-banger- but on the other hand, you shouldn't lie cause it'll come back to haunt you. So you say nothing in response. And you never try to race anyone, ever.

Well, the car had its problems. The muffler rotted off after only one winter. Sometimes, when you pressed the gas pedal, nothing would happen, and you would be embarrassed or almost killed or both. And when it snowed, I suddenly became very religious. The rear wheel drive car is one of the worst in the winter- spin outs, fishtailing, and getting stuck are frequent reminders that this car was not meant for winter. Sometimes, on the really cold days, the battery would get too cold for the car to start. Or the locks would freeze. It was winter driving that got me into a not-at-fault accident (thanks to the law, even though it was clearly my fault). I should have taken the hint not to drive that night when I went off the road 7 times before.

But there were good times too. Cause girls were easily impressed by it, even though you knew better. Because the car meant freedom and not having to rely on others for rides. And I got a CD player - people love music. It never broke down on the side of the road. It never needed expensive repairs. The car made it from Ohio to Florida and back two times. It took me where I needed to go. Good gas mileage.

In the end, I have both good and bad memories of the car. I still can't decide if I liked it or hated it. Zoom Zoom.

Oh, and there were 3 times where I left my lights on and had to jump the car - all three times were because that stupid courtesy chime DIDN'T WORK! Dammit! I hated that!

Even in my fantasies, I can't afford a full set of rims. Ricer.

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