You see that deplorable display of engineering up there? That’s a 1985 Pontiac Fiero. It was a mean two seater with the engine in the back, right over the gas tank. In short, it was a freaking death trap.
So, it was perfect for 16 year old, irresponsible me. In a climate where a foot of snow overnight was not unusual, it’s low-to-the-ground design was not ridiculous at all. Besides, even when I got stuck, I had at least 8 HP to get me out.
In reality, I loved that stupid car. I didn’t care that the trunk could barely house my baseball equipment or a cooler to take to the beach. It mattered not that the tape deck was erratic, the speakers (built into the headrests!) shot, or that the flip-up lights froze shut sometimes. It was my first car, and it was the only first car I’ll ever have.
If it wasn’t for nostalgia, I’d hate that thing, though. What was the first thing you cruised around in? It couldn’t be sillier than that.
