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26 years later, it’s still my car.
This was my second car, got it just before my senior year around 1989. Grandparents bought it brand new, and I still drive it today. Been working on it a lot lately, here’s all the pics from my resurrection so far:
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That's awesome! I love those sleek old sedans.
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You can not only carry 6 passengers, but you can carry two weeks worth of luggage for 6 passengers!
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Apparently we’re supposed to be putting these up as replies to one thread, I don’t really see a place to go, so I’m gonna start right here.
Here are some subpar photos of the death of my first car, a beautiful 2012 Camaro 1LS.
I loved this thing, she’s really a piece of history for me. I am a very lucky person when it comes to cars. I got this car when I was 17, paid for half of it with money I’d saved up, my dad covered the other half and the insurance. This was the first car I ever did any work on (the rest of my family is not mechanically inclined). I had my first kiss in this car. I almost got arrested in this car. I got in my first wreck in this car (results above).
I did a lot of really dumb things when I first got this car. I felt like I was completely untouchable. A run-in with the police nearly got me a night in jail on reckless driving charges, but they decided to let me off after letting me stand in the cold for an hour with my hands on a Charger bull bar. I got my head screwed on a lot straighter after that.
The wreck happened about a year after I got the car. I was first in line at a stoplight at one of the busiest intersections in my area. The light turned green, I started moving. I look to my left, see over the hood of the truck next to me, and there’s a car coming at me trying to beat the other light. It was probably only a second or so, but it felt like forever. I can’t remember if I tried to do anything or not, but seeing that car flying at me and feeling like there was nothing I could do about it was one of the most scary, helpless feelings of my life. She hit me in the driver-side quarter panel going about 40 miles an hour. Among other things, you can see that the front axle is bent in some of the pictures. I got a fairly bad concussion and a screwed-up knee into the bargain, but she was ruled at fault for the accident and her insurance paid up the cost of my Camaro (totaled) and my medical bills.
I ended up getting a great but very different sort of car, a BRZ, with the insurance money. A lot less power but a lot more fun to throw around in the corners. She’s also the first manual car I’ve had, which is generally awesome, and I don’t plan on going back. Right now she’s cooling in a garage in Texas while I’m up at college, but I’m looking forwards to getting back in a week or so. I still miss the Camaro though, and I get a little pang of longing every time I see a 5th-gen one on the road.