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My first car was a hand me down. First my father owned it, he then gave it to my eldest sister. She got in a wreck in it and never repaired it. She gave it to the next sister. She got in another wreck and never fixed it. She gave it to next sister who also got in a wreck in it and never fixed it. Finally I got the most beat up, cracked up, hood all twisted and held down with a chain to the bumper white Volvo. I never got in a wreck in it. People got lots of laughs when they'd see me get on top of hood and jump up and down to get it closed after putting water or oil in it. I liked that car a whole lot it had so much character. I even drove it down the railroad tracks once. One boyfriend of mine I let shoot the trunk with a pistol when we were out by the river and saw it in the distance. (the wildness of youth!) Once I got a note on it while I was at school that said "I hope nobody was killed in this wreck". It was fast and safe and I kept it for about 10 years. Everywhere we went in it was a blast. I did finally sell it to some cute guy who wanted to restore it. The interior was still perfect. I have not seen it around but I'd bet it is still a great car and someone is very lucky to have it. I have a picture of it still. The caption on it: C'mon you silly savage, let's drag!