Funny you should say that! My first car at 17 was a hand me down from my old man. A 1983 Chevy Suburban 6.2 L diesel, RWD. And I did exactly what you described above. Well, less chicks than I would've liked . But it being up in Buffalo and RWD, man that thing was totally out of control without snow tires! The radiator hoses leaked every other week, had to replace an alternator, and the brakes wore out way before their time. Luckily I was generally level headed, otherwise a 17 year old's air of indestructibility and a car built like a tank was a recipe for disaster.Originally posted by lyonsd
I wish I had one when I was a wild, young and wreckless buck. Man, the road trips me and my pals could've had in that thing!
Load that baby up with chicks and put a keg in the back and you're all set for a country cruise.
Yeah, we were irresponsible. But we had a lot fun.
I could hardly afford the more expensive deisel gas, so I traded it in for a VW Rabbit and discovered what it meant to have a car that handled reasonably well. I've never looked back.