I wish I recalled more about this vehicle of mine. It was a (I wanna say) 1986 Camaro. It was the lame V6 version. It was after the low-rider and ended up with a cracked windshield due to Jon's forehead (and bent to hell front quarter panel) after I ran it into a ditch. I still semi-blame him. It was a dark dirt road on the way back from the firetower and my question of "Is it okay to be going 50(mph) here?" to him approximately 10secs prior to the wreck was answered by him with a (slurred) "Sure!"
Needless to say - it wasn't okay. Lesson learned.
This also facilitated the transmission to die. Damn my transmission luck!
(also the first(only) vehicle that I ever received a hand-job while driving! NO, not from Jon, from my girlfriend at the time)
Mine was black but:
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