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That was the first car I knew, Mom's pinto. I lived to tell about it.
My very first car, a used lime green 1971 Ford Pinto Sedan with a 2 liter 4-speed. Bought it with 64K miles. Loved that car.
She didn't want to get a job, so she never asked for a new car. Eventually Dad was embarrassed by the pinto and upgraded her to an escort.
The horn relay was flaky, so the night before he sold it he had to disconnect the battery to stop the honk.
My horn button wouldn't stay put toward the end. One time I went to make a right hand turn, the padded horn button fell off and through one of the steering wheel openings, the wires and button hung up my steering wheel so I couldn't straighten and I almost went into the ditch. Glad no one was behind me as I stopped and untangled the mess ... I could have had flames too.
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