Finally sold it to my brother-in-law who lives out in the country when my son was about to be born. My boy is almost six now (just started Kindergarten 🙂 and that truck looks like cr*p, but is still running!

I put in a powerful 4 speaker stereo that made the mirrors vibrate when I turned up the sound, and being light my car could outperform most 4 cylinder sedans on the street from red lights. Since it was so light with a small engine, it didn’t spend a lot of gas. It almost produced it 🙂

/Dave T.

it was small, slow and had dodgy brakes but used about 5 bucks of petrol a week.

Every time I put 70bucks of petrol (every week) in my 2000 Camry I miss that little green mini.

They said you couldnt have sex with a girl in the back of a mini minor and they were right; I never did.

Tim

I know we talked at great length about the finer attributes of our former beauties, but after reading today’s post I’ve just spent the past hour trying to find my lost girl (or her identical twin sister) somewhere online. No luck yet, but I can be very stubborn.

I grew up with the love of my life sitting in the garage, just waiting for when I would be old enough to drive it. I recall one guy in high school who already had his driver’s lisence telling me that I wouldn’t be able to handle such a car. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Of course he was wrong and I loved seeing him eat his words every day when I drove her onto the school’s parking lot.

She was a 1968 Chevy Impala 2-door fastback with a 307 engine and powerglide transmission. Unlike Dave, I did have power steering and air conditioning, but no power brakes. She was ‘desert beige,’ although people always thought she was green. It matters not now because the last time I heard from her, she was purple and living in Ferguson, Missouri.

Why did I love this car so much? It’s hard to say. There were people who hated my car–like Gatermann–but there were people who loved the car just as much as I did. Part of it was due to the fact that the car’s original owner was my mother. Part of it was the fact that I could work on the car myself. But mostly it was due to the fact that no one else I knew had a car that looked anything like mine. Every time I drove, it was like being in a parade. I was driving something very special that no one else had.