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This was mine: https://pic8.co/sh/S0Cmdb.jpeg

I got it the summer before senior year. When I didn’t have sports practice, I was washing dishes in a bakery and selling women’s shoes (Can I get a woah Bundy?!) I put around $500 towards it and paid my own insurance. Living in a nigger city, I remember insurance was expensive and hard to pay when sports were in season so my parents would pick up the tab for me.

It was large but not as large as the car my dad really wanted to get me. That car was a 70’s garage-kept Towncar with no miles on it. It was mint but it was so fucking huge I was scared to drive it.

My Delta 88 was a piece of shit but I had some wheels. The trunk leaked which made the car always smell like mildew. A buddy on the football team got one too and his ran so much better than mine. We would “race” in the parking lot after practice and he would smoke me every time. The a/c only blew out the bottom which was rough when it was 95 degrees outside.

I made gas money by bring home team members. I had plenty room.

The large room of the front and back seats meant lots of room for sinning with my whore girlfriend (cheated on me in college). It got to a point when I could only start it after spraying a bunch of carb cleaner.

Someone stole the spoked hubcaps. One time I almost caught it on fire because, knowing nothing about car audio installation, I hooked up an amp with the power wire partially exposed outside the car and in through the driver door. The next morning, as I’m walking in to school, a group of girls were yelling, “NAME, your car’s on fire!” From then on I had burn marks on the door, drivers seat, carpet…..

I only had it for a year. I was commuting to college and needed something more reliable but I’ll never forget that old hoopty and the feeling of freedom that came with having your own wheels.

So, what was your first car?

This was mine: https://pic8.co/sh/S0Cmdb.jpeg I got it the summer before senior year. When I didn’t have sports practice, I was washing dishes in a bakery and selling women’s shoes (Can I get a woah Bundy?!) I put around $500 towards it and paid my own insurance. Living in a nigger city, I remember insurance was expensive and hard to pay when sports were in season so my parents would pick up the tab for me. It was large but not as large as the car my dad really wanted to get me. That car was a 70’s garage-kept Towncar with no miles on it. It was mint but it was so fucking huge I was scared to drive it. My Delta 88 was a piece of shit but I had some wheels. The trunk leaked which made the car always smell like mildew. A buddy on the football team got one too and his ran so much better than mine. We would “race” in the parking lot after practice and he would smoke me every time. The a/c only blew out the bottom which was rough when it was 95 degrees outside. I made gas money by bring home team members. I had plenty room. The large room of the front and back seats meant lots of room for sinning with my whore girlfriend (cheated on me in college). It got to a point when I could only start it after spraying a bunch of carb cleaner. Someone stole the spoked hubcaps. One time I almost caught it on fire because, knowing nothing about car audio installation, I hooked up an amp with the power wire partially exposed outside the car and in through the driver door. The next morning, as I’m walking in to school, a group of girls were yelling, “NAME, your car’s on fire!” From then on I had burn marks on the door, drivers seat, carpet….. I only had it for a year. I was commuting to college and needed something more reliable but I’ll never forget that old hoopty and the feeling of freedom that came with having your own wheels. So, what was your first car?

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Lol, it was. Picked it up for a grand. Was a Rocky Mountain Nat Park truck.

It got dubbed The Magic Bus after a Bob Dylan concert in Ft Collins CO. We got there the night before. Woke up to heavy rains and told the concert was delayed until the following day. So we just stayed as did a ton of others.

Turned into one big party in that parking lot let me tell you! Drugs galore. It was on a Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas scale. We got so fuk’d up on weed, mushrooms, acid, beer and whiskey that day. Nightfall came and this guy knocks on my driver window ask’n if we want to buy any coke. I said, let’s see it and this goofball pulls a sandwich bag out of his coat pocket, let’s it unroll revealing a good two fingers of rocks and powder. Truck had a spotlight so I click’s it on to better see and this guy lets out a yelp, drops the bag in the mud and just vanishes into the darkness. The rest of the night is just a blur as you can imagine.

Morning comes and we’re all told the concert will happen rain or no rain. It was already rain’n like hell. We’re so fuk’d up we get in line to get in on the field as close as possible which we managed. Ten feet back maybe. We had a couple ponchos we took turns with as we waited and used them as a shield to get into that baggie. Soon enough an A-Rab look’n Dylan takes to the stage. Place just roared like thunder. Might have been for all I know.

Long story short, concert was filmed and put to an album called Hard Rain. Me and my buddies are all on the cover. A blurry crowd scene, but you can tell who’s who. We can be clearly seen in the film several times as well.

Oh what a weekend we had on The Magic Bus! Of the six of us, I think only two of us are still alive.