Your Most Humiliating Car
 

I was forced to drive a 1976 powder blue Ford Pinto all thru high school - even after I wrecked it into a retaining fence.

It was sooooooo embarassing. It was truly a stoner mobile.

at least you had a car in HS - I rode the Bus :eek:

Was it a long bus?

My grandma was almost killed in her Pinto. Unsafe freaking car.

I had an Escort back in the day..only thing good about it was it was manual transmission.

In HS I usually rode the bus too. I did get the car later a lot so my mom didn't have to come pick me up after whatever practice or extracurricular I had going on. Their fear of me driving was trumped by their absolute sickness of running us back and forth to events.

I never had my "own" car until the Escort, though.

I walked or rode my bike in high school. No bus or car.

I didn't have a car until after college. My grandfather's old Buick. a 1982 Buick Century. Once, in a crowded post-concert parking lot, when it was squealing really loudly, and smoke was pouring out from under the hood from a slipping belt, I had a cop tell me to turn it off because I wasn't "going to make it."

But it was a good car for road trips. As long as the passenger didn't accidentally kick the fuse box cover, causing the engine to die.

Heh...my Junior High School was probably 30 miles away (rural.) However, last day of class me and a bunch of my neighbors rode our bikes to school.

edit: may be exaggerating on distance, but not by much.

I walked. Uphill. Both ways.

It was just about a mile each way.

Me too.
In the snow.

No matter what I say, I come off sounding like a brat.

Well, that's your fault!

*stomps off*

I got rides with friends or boyfriends in HS and drove a toyota tercell if my dad let me. My most humiliating car would have been my white ford escort that Jim made a upc symbol on with electrical tape. That car shrugged off mufflers, spewed antifreeze, and broke down constantly. Had some cool stickers on it though...

First car was an ugly lime-green Pinto. Worst car ever.

I drove a banana yellow Volkswagon in high school.

Unfortunately it was ten years after the 60s and ten years before the 90s so it was right at the peak of VW dorkiness.

I co-owned an Austin Maxi which two friends converted, with the use of an angle grinder, into a convertible to demonstrate the effect a roof has on a car's torsional rigidity.

My most humiliating car is my f'ing feet. RFN.

My first car was a dingy yellow 1977 Plymouth Arrow with a green racing stripe. It leaked transmission fluid at a prodigious rate. The right front ball joint was worn out and it made a horrendous "kerthunk" if I went over the slightest bump. The muffler was held on with wire, but wasn't actually attached under the car so it was loud as hell. The right hinge on the hatchback had rusted through, so you couldn't open it, and the passenger door would occasionally fly open when I made a sharp left turn. If I came to a full stop, it would stall.

My dad gave it to me... I was 29, recently divorced with an infant and a toddler, and grateful as fuck to have it!