Ever since I was young, I spent a lot of time riding cars. Whether it was to pick up groceries or going to visit family, the mode of transportation was always the car. One of my favorite cars to ride in had to be my dad’s old red two door sports two-door sports car. This car was nicknamed “The Bucket” because of the amount of passengers could fit inside, 7 was our world record. The engine fired as if fireworks were used as the horn. The “trunk” normally fitting two medium sized Amazon boxes often housed 5 kid-aged passengers. The experience often hovered the line of fun and getting a concussion from the many hills and pot holes that Memphis had to offer. The smell of exhaust spewing out would give the most experienced smoker a cough. Smoke coming from the back reminded me of factory chimney and a 4th of July parade. Because the car was older than I was at the time, she loved to jirate to remind my dad she was getting older yet still had the moves. The first time I rode in her, I got to ride shotgun thinking that was the best place to sit. When everyone volunteered to ride in the back seat…..
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