I'm scanning in a bunch of old photos, and I found this. It's my first car- A 1972 Super Beetle. This car didn't last long. One day, a friend and I were racing through the neighborhood like stupid teenagers do. I tried to turn the corner going into my street, hit a patch of gravel and slid into the cement wall for the drainage ditch. The wall was only a about a foot and a half tall. It broke both the front and back wheels right off of the axle. Talk about natural consequences teaching you a lesson. I sold the car for scrap and purchased an old...well, I can't help but recall the way I used to fondly refer to it's color: Baby-diarrhea-brown Buick.
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