Everyone Remembers Their Very Own First Car
I suppose everyone remembers their very own first car. The first car I ever had I bought as a teenager — with my own money mind you. It was an old one, twenty years old at the time I got it. I was a sophomore in high school and had watched a senior driving this cool rig around our little town that summer. He was a cool guy with a cool car and I greatly admired both. The owner had removed the front fenders and painted gaudy red and yellow flames around the front end of the hood. And when he drove by in the rain, spectacular twin plums of water would fly high into the air behind those front tires without their fenders. Very, very cool indeed, and the wet swimming trunks hung on the radio aerial was simply the fitting final touch of perfection! To a high school kid anyway. Maybe some explanation is needed. Coastal Maine kids in Maine in those days headed out to swim in the nearby lakes as soon as we could tolerate the cold water in early summer. Most never swam in the sea because the