Before the Lil Mrs.

In the beginning of time, my brother bought himself a new car. His old car, The Red Bucket of Love, was left for me once I got my license. I only drove it once or twice while trying to learn how to drive stick. Then my mother found a great deal for a beautiful convertible sebring, and took it. She then left me Old Faithful, which I drove for a long time, over a year. I developed a great bond with this car, a '93 Toyota Corolla. It hung in there for me. For a few months it even sported some spinner hubcaps. She even passed its last smog test. But one dreadful day, just out side of Six Flags, I crashed it into a newborn truck. Its face was smashed in. The radiator cracked and had internal bleeding. I told her everything would be okay, but I knew it wouldn't be. She was too old, had too much mileage. It was not worth putting the money into her, so we had to let her go. We donated the body and parts to a car doctor, so he could make good use of what was left of her.
There was a period of morning, about a month. But my mother became tired of driving me to and from school everyday, and then to and from ROP later in the day. So she found me a car, a good car, and I liked it. It was a '91 Toyota Celica ST, red, with a removable face plate, and a 10 disc cd changer in the trunk. For $2600, she became my Lil Misses.