April 12, 2012

How I learned to parallel park

You can't top this piece of bad-ass-mamma-jamma kinda car.
This is how I learned to parallel park.
In 1992.
It was a beating.
I mean, the vinyl paneling mimicking wood.
How is that not completely ballin?
Thank the Awesome Lord Above for car-intervention.
My father never made me drive this once I earned my license.
I'd have died a thousand times over.


  1. We had one that was "poop brown." Someone borrow it and left a banana in it for a week and it smelled like ass for the rest of its life.

    Gawd, I hated that car.

  2. Um, didn't everyone learn in the wood panelled station wagon? I know all the cool kids did.