Thinking back, I've posted about my first car before. It was the coolest and newest car I could afford. The story in the link tells about how It wasn't technically a 1983. It was both 1982 AND 1983. My Dad found a front-end crashed 83 body with a bent frame. Then he found a 1982 rear-end crashed with a sound frame. We took the front clip (fenders and hood) and the frame from the 82 and built my car. EASILY one of the coolest projects I've ever been involved with. He built a rotisserie-like devise that we lifted the body off with. It is so cool seing a car with engine, wheels and drive-train without the body. I drove that thing with a red front end and a blue body for about 6 months until I had the money to get it painted. Then I blew the engine! Who knew you had to put oil in those things! I got my first ticket in that car... for rolling through a stop sign. Late for school at Austin St and Kell West in Wichita Falls. I should go steal that stop sign! I had my first girlfriend in this car. I went on my first pseudo-dates in this car (I didn't date in high school, but I managed to hang out with a fair share of young ladies!). Actually, the symbolism in this image is pretty deep, unlike my previous couple of editions. For my next drawing show-casing a vehicle, I'll discuss the post-high-school life and death of the good old olds!
