I saw something today and I thought that I could either email Ed directly, or share it with everyone. I decided to share, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did.
The first car I remember Ed owning (please correct me if I'm wrong) was a light metalic blue datson/nissan 200 sx. I remember that the hydrolic lift was shot on its back hatch, so whenever the back was opened, Ed had to prop it up with a piece of PVC pipe (did it have the "screen" thing on the back too?). It was a 2 door, and Ed had put on dark tinting on the windows. Ed had to pick us "little" kids up from school in it on occation, and we would all cram into the back seat-he usually had a girl in the front.
I am remembering all of this today because, on my way home from Target, I saw his car. The only difference was that this car was metalic red, and had special plates. Oh, these weren't your normal, personalized plates. Oh, no. That's because, according to the state of Arizona, this car is an HISTORIC VEHICLE.
I realized today that although I may be getting older, at least I'm not historic, not yet.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
I may be old...
Posted by Lynn at 2:46 PM
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The "historic" car was actually my second car - but I bought it myself so I could have something a bit more fun. Mom and Dad were the "bank" and I made monthly payments to them - I think it was about $2500.
Because Dad had a 300ZX (which I LOVED to drive)I bought the "little brother" - the 200SX. One story about that car that nobody in the family knows but I think is safe to tell now - I was speeding on Alcosta when a cop on the other side turned his lights on, I knew I was close to home and the cement road divider meant he couldn't turn around right away... so I sped up. I tried to make it into the first neighborhood entrance but was going too fast, missed the turn by a small margin and ran into the stop sign in the center divider - which folded over with the front of the car balanced on top and saved me from crashing into the divider itself. I slid backwards (the car was front-wheel drive and so the drive wheels were in the air), turned into the neighborhood, and quickly pulled into the open garage of a casual acquaintance and shut the door. I then went outside and watched as the cop circled the neighborhood. Before I went home I took a hammer and pounded out the dent in the bumper so you almost couldn't tell. I think it took about a month for the stop sign to be fixed.
My first car was a 4-speed gray/orange 1972 Toyota Corrolla - the gray part was the primer showing though and the orange part was the faded red paint. Grandpa Seguine originally bought that car in 1972 - in fact Mom has a picture of me washing it with Grandpa when I was about 4. Loaded with 5 teenage boys and their gear the Toyota would barely creep over the Santa Cruz Mountains to get to the beach. It also had a natural speed limiter as 4th gear could barely handle 70 mph (which was probably a good thing given my earlier story).
You are in SOOOO MUCH TROUBLE!! I want your driver's license on my desk by morning and you can just FORGET about seeing the night sky for at least six months -- no dates, no fun and games with Mike and Rick, NO NOTHING!! And now that you have so much free time, I am generating a list of extra chores for you, starting with cleaning up the apricots and scrubbing the tiles on the pool. This may sound harsh, but look ahead to how you will teach your own children responsibility!!
OOps!! I got carried away--Lynn, you are not in trouble, your big brother is. You were (are) a very good driver! Sorry for the confusion.
wow, secrets will out, one way or another. lol.
I love this family, always a surprise. And thank goodness we aren't historic--eek!
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