A friend of mine suggested that each Friday I share a piece of Giant Idiot history. Since my readers want it I am happy to oblige.
My first car was a 1985 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, it was my Dad’s work car, then my Mom’s car when she commuted to school and then mine after I got my driver’s license in 1993.
By the time I got it had over 100,000 miles and had very few problems. My first weekend driving I hit a parked car in a grocery store parking lot, since the car was built like a tank there was minimal damage. This little accident was a sign of what was to come between the car and me.
The next accident was the best and my family and I get a big laugh about it now. I was home sick from school and was going to eat at my Grandparents’ house. I got in my car and put it in reverse but I forgot to shut my door. Like a shot it started to back out of the garage and I could not get my door closed in time. The end result looked similar to the :55 second mark of this video:
We had to get the tracks of the garage door fixed and I needed to get a new car door. After looking for 6 months we finally found a door to fit on the blue Cutlass, the door was gray. I did not care I was glad to drive again.
My joy lasted 3 months when the car stopped running. In 8 months I had ruined a perfectly good car. It would be another 5 years before I had the chance to drive another car into the ground.
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