1999 ford explorer sport (“clifford”)

>two 10” woofers in the back of this bad boy with a bunch of cheesy neon lights (eveything was bolted down; you could hear me coming from a half mile away)

>“gas cup” built into the console that underclassmen tipped-in for me to take them to lunch (i was 2nd oldest in my grade)

>and perhaps the most insane thing: i had a sharpie bin with dozens of colors & everyone who ever got in the car (a lot of people) added their signature or some drawing ANYWHERE they wanted; it was absolute chaos; there was graffiti covering every inch of the car, like the entire dashboard was a massive checkerboard 

anyway, be me, be 17; coming home from beach with friend; rogue 18-wheeler tire comes raining down from the sky while going 75mph on highway & lodges itself under my car; car goes airborne; several inches from flipping into divider; totaled; friend was in shock for next 20 minutes with his drink split all over him in silence (i was cracking up laughing bc i am unwell)

1972 Triumph GT6 Mk3. 

My parents fostered & you weren’t allowed to have kids sit up front. 2-seater meant I never had to be chauffeur. 

Alright, total accident that. Too busy taking art school by the horns with a car old enough to be UK road tax exempt. 

Mega bonus: smelled like a WW2 fighter jet.

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Sure was. Shame I couldn’t keep it when I moved to London and my parents left the space of the countryside to keep it off-road. Made sense to part ways and now gives me ongoing joy in the rare personal sensation of missing something.