My father bought me a brand new 87 Pontiac Fiero as my Senior Present (four banger burgenday red). Car was the biggest POS I ever owned but man I loved that car and that car got me laid more times than I can count. I recall my Senior Prom lining that tiny trunk with plastic and duct tape filling with ice and tons of beer and wine coolers. I gave it to my twin sister when I went to college and she drove it for a couple more years before she blew the engine in another state but my sister just dumped it at that point.
When I owned it my brother one morning woke me up by telling me he stole it during the night had coke on him and had to ditch the cops by driving without lights and ran into a boulder. Since he had no valid license or insurance and my father wouldn't allow me to call the cops on my asshole brother I had to pay the 5,000 repair bill. Nice huh.
When I owned it my brother one morning woke me up by telling me he stole it during the night had coke on him and had to ditch the cops by driving without lights and ran into a boulder. Since he had no valid license or insurance and my father wouldn't allow me to call the cops on my asshole brother I had to pay the 5,000 repair bill. Nice huh.
