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Alright, So I want to see what kind of car you 1st started off driving in. If you dont have a pic, just say what it was... describe it... Say if you liked driving it or not... and what finally happened to it. Did you get enraged with anger and drive it off a cliff... Or happen to sell it to some stupid old sap? This one should be pretty fun.... *drum roll* alright.. lets get the show on the road!
4:12pm

81 mustang. just wanted a new car so got rid of it
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6:11pm

it was all stock when i first got it. i have a pic of it when i first got it, but i gotta scan it
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9:51pm

No pics, but my first car was a 94 Pontiac Grand Prix SE with a peppy little 3.1 liter V-6. It was my mothers car and she gave it to me before she bought a new Cadiallac. I have some fond memories of my Pontiac (WARNING: The following is an anecdotorial segment. Those who do not care to read about my previous experiences need not read any further). I drag raced for the first time in it, I won my first race in it (To a Civic whose owner thought he was hot shit and was horribly embarrassed in front of his really REALLY hot girlfriend.) I got my first moving violation in it (Not a good thing, but what I did to get it was funny), I made out with a girl for the first time in that car, hell, I even got my first blowjob in that car. Ahh, memories. It was a plain looking car, something you wouldn't look twice at if you saw it in a parking lot. I had so much fun with that car though. I beat the crap out of and even broke the trans. What's really funny about it is that the car healed itself in a sense. When it broke, it would hesitate before shifting. And when it did shift, it slammed into the next gear. I think it was from me beating the crap out of. I realized I should take it easy with it. So after about a month, it stopped acting the way it had, although it got gradually better over the month. Which is why I think it healed itself. That was a crazy time for me. I got it when I was in high school in July going into my Junior year. I was the first kid of my class to get my license. Everyone who lived in my town asked me for rides home, and I charged them five bucks because I hated the kids I went to school with and I felt like being a dick to them. I went to school nine miles away. The trip was through backroads and was about twenty five minutes long if the traffic was medium heavy which it most of the times was. In that car taking other kids home, I used to give the kids thrill rides. Going 90 down long sidestreets. Most times the guys I took home were clinging to whatever they could get their hands on. I went around people illegally. When I drove that fast, it took no more than seven minutes to get home. At times, you could have caught me driving with my head and my midsection out of the window. Those who have seen the movie Ace Ventura: Pet Detective know what I'm talking about. Such behavior gave me a reputation for driving like a maniac but the thing is, everyone knew I was a good driver and knew I did it all safely and carefully, which I did, otherwise, I'm sure I would have been killed. Word spread and people practically begged for rides home. One May night in 2002, I took my first trip down a drag strip. I was nervous, my heart jumping out of my chest. I pulled around the water box, no need to clean the tires or do a burnout, inched to the line, watched the pre stage yellows light up. Bounced off the brake for a second and inched a little more to see the stage lights go up. Yellow, Yellow, Yellow...Just as that third yellow lit up, I nailed it. Got a .402 reaction time. Couple years back, the perfect reaction time wasn't .000...it was .400. Anyone who raced that long ago can vouch for me on that one. As not impressively fast as the car was, the pass felt like it lasted 5 seconds. It actually was 17.5 seconds. Not fast at all, I know, but the thrill of running it was there, and it was worth it. However, it all came to an end when I was driving like Ace Ventura, not very fast, through the center of Westfield NJ, a town loaded with wealthy arrogant cops who love to bust balls. Cop stopped me, told me I crossed a double line, and wrote me up for careless driving. Went to court and got it dropped to Driving in an unsafe manner (no points, thank God). From that point on, I became extremely careful, but found out that I had really learned some good manuevers. Now, I take things easy, but if necessary, can drive wild and crazy and be safe about it. I gave that car consistant beating day in and day out, night in and night out, and it only wanted more. I took great care of it. Gave it an oil change the first of every other month. Gave it a tune up a year after I first started driving it. One day, I came across an 85 Monte Carlo SS for less than 2 grand, picked it up, sold the Grand prix to a guy for his 17 year old son. I was sad to see it go and was later kicking myself in the ass since the Monte gave me every problem imaginable. That was the story of my 94 Pontiac Grand Prix SE. I have many more stories and my friends can tell you the ones that I don't remember off hand. To this day, I'm looking for a green 94 Grand Prix. Soon enough though, I will have one again and reminisce of times past.
Eat shit and die, you ass ramming uncle fucker.
12:34am

holy piss... i read all of that.. good story.. lol
12:41am

My first car was a 1991 Mazda RX7 inlove

Here's a pic when I first got it @ 16 years old


Pic of the RX7 to this date bow











Engine bay.Soon to have a FMIC & T70 instead of the dinky T04.

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2:34am

and now here is the long ass story behind "the P.O.S."
I payed $300 for it. no motor. drug it home and started workin on it. my uncle gave me a 350 to put in it. got it all in, fired up and it puked water out of the headers faster than the hose could pump it into the radiator. got a set of heads from my dads friend for $100. put it all back together and I was on the road. lasted about a month and started havin tranny problems. so dad gives me a spare tranny that he had in the back yard. back on the road for about 3 more months when the tranny locks up. put the old one I had back in cause it still kinda worked. back on the road for a few more weeks. drivin down the road one day and a rod starts knockin. by this time I have decided I'm just gunna drive it till it dies. 2 days later I'm haulin ass to get home cause the rod is gettin worse, and I can feel the tranny startin to give out. I come around a corner slam the brakes hard so I can get the truck to spin, punch the gas to get it into the yard. right as I get into the yard the rod comes out the sid of the block, the motor locks up and so does the tranny.
So I go down and get a loan for $2000, I buy a rebuilt motor and trans from the local auto parts. I get it all put in and runnin but for some reason the tranny is dumpin about 2qrts a day out the front seal. so I drop the tranny, and put in another spare that we had found. get a new seal for the new trans. drop the trans(by this time I could swap trans in about an hour ) and put the new one back in. that lasted about 2 days befor it started leakin again, so I drove it until it burned up, swapped it out and took it back to get a replacement. 2 months later I finally get my new trans, another fuckin tranny swap. get about 1k miles on my new trans and my fuckin motor blows up...
My dad gets a complete 72 chevy 1/2 ton, pulls everything that he wanted off of it, and tells me I can have the rest, but not the motor and trans... my truck was originaly a 3/4ton but the frame had been broke and welded back together. I took the frame and bed from my dad because the bed was in better shape and the frame was perfect. my dad gives me the motor and trans from a 1980 chevy malibu to put in it, I dropped my cab on because it wasnt all rusted, and we had a title for it. picked out the best fenders from the pile and bolted it all together. when it was all done the title said 72 3/4ton, but the frame was a 1/2ton. the bed was brown, the cab was green, the doors where primer grey. one blue and white fender, one brown. so I started paintin it all black. I drove that truck monday thru friday, saturday and sunday it sat in the driveway while I fixed somethin that was broken. one day while sittin in the driveway (broke down as usual) my dad painted the P.O.S. on the tailgate in silver paint, and my truck became known as "the P.O.S."
after 2 years of constant repairs, and 6 1/2 mpg (about 160 a week on gas)I gave up and traded her in on the 92 stepside I own now...
I miss that old bitch, I really wish I had never gotten rid of her.
and now I shall post all my pics....biggrin
front shot... hood is caved in from sittin on it, and jumpin on it. Hell I even danced with my gf on it in the Denny's parkin lot.




this pic the P.O.S really stands out, and it looks like I dont have any tail lights.

this one, if you look close, you can see the tail lights in the rear bumper. I took the stock tail lights and turned them sideways...

Top 6" and bottom 4" of the windshield was spraypainted biggrin

I traded the P.O.S and almost $9,000 for this...

4:36am

Holy shit, you had a Grant steering wheel. That truck was badass! LOL.
Eat shit and die, you ass ramming uncle fucker.
7:03am

I dont know why but that rx7 looks good, my friend had one like that, and it looked nothing like that...
2:05pm

Originally posted by CherryPopper
I dont know why but that rx7 looks good, my friend had one like that, and it looked nothing like that...


thanks...it's not finished yet

myspace.com/tremendousways
2:17pm

I took that truck into places that a lot of guys wouldnt even try to take their 4x4's. It was a beast, fucker halled ass too. there was a kid I went to school with that had a 5.0 fox body, kid thought it was the fastest car around. He tried to get everybody to race him, but nobody ever would. one day I decided I'd had enough of his braggin, so I slapped the title of my truck down on his desk and told him after class I'd race him for slips. he said he didnt want to because my truck was an ugly pile of shit, and he had no use for it. I called him a chicken, and that set him off. after class we headed up to the old airport, which was all we ever had for a drag strip here. we get there, get lined up and I give him one last chance to walk away. by this time he was so pissed he wasnt backin down. We have a friend start us, I had one foot on the brake and the other on the gas, and when that kid said go I dropped the brake and launched at about 4grand. for some reason with my truck I rarely ever spun the tires, the damn thing would just hook up and go. more than once I smacked my head on the back window, but anyways as I left the line, I could see the other kid in my mirror spinnin his tires real bad. that was the last time I looked back. I crossed the line hit the brakes hard, and when I'd slowed enough I jammed the e-brake and cranked the wheel. I spun around and stopped and watched as the kid in his fox body crossed the line. he pulled up bitchen about everything, sayin every excuse he could come up with. so I told him we could do it again, and this time I told him to burn his tires real good before we lined up. well second race I only got him by about 1 1/2 cars, he comes up title in hand and head down and says " well I guess you really are faster here's the title to my car". I looked back at him and said " now why in the hell would I want that? I got no use for a car that slow" after that me and him became pretty good friends, and nobody else at school would race me. well except one kid, but I wouldnt race him. his car scared the hell out of me. 76 chevy nova 4 door that would pull the front tires about 2 1/2 feet off the ground and hold them there all the way through 3rd gear. n/a chevy 350 that was so built the only place he could get gas that the motor would run on was the airport. he took me for a ride in it one day, and that is the scariest feeling to watch the road disapear and see nothing but sky....
2:22pm

Shoulda taken the car and junked it despite him. That would have made him cry.
Eat shit and die, you ass ramming uncle fucker.
3:20pm

my first, and still my current car:

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6:27pm

6:31pm

'96 Saturn SC1. . . I love it! It's a great car and hasn't given me too many problems. hah I still drive it. I want a new car though, but I can't really afford one right now.

*~*Heather*~*
8:25pm

My first car was the Camaro. Here's some pics of it before it was painted, I don't have any pics of it the day I got it on the computer. It came with no motor.







Here's the car when we started on the body work: You can see the rust at the bottom of the window. We started off by just taking the vinyl top off then we took it to my brother's auto body to get it finished off:















Here it is as it stands now:





12:46am

I think you should get turndowns...or slant cut crome 3' pipes. It just looks better, in my opinion.
Eat shit and die, you ass ramming uncle fucker.
9:51am

After I get some money to get bigger tires I'm taking my tailpipes back off like I had right when I started driving it. It was just cut off after the muffler right before the rear end.

Either that or I'm buying the Flowmaster tailpipe kit because the jackass that bent these tailpipes made them look like SHIT.
12:42pm

Fucking Tercel :/ it is my beater now smile





Now I own that POS plus my fun car my Civic hatch.
8:50am

ralphie, how goes the battle with the hatch?
3:44pm
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