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[JP1]

When I was about 5, my parents had a pinto…..complete with the fake leather bucket seats.

My dad spent the morning washing that, and his pickup….along with putting armor all on all surfaces inside both vehicles.

Couple hours later, him and I got in mom’s pinto and went to the hardware store. We come out, start the car, he lights up a Winston, backs out, and starts slowly driving through the crowded parking lot. As he tries to flick the ash out of the just cracked window, he drops the cigarette between the bucket seat and the door. So, trying to be all smooth…. He opens the door to reach down and find his cigarette, falls out of the still moving car because of the slippery armor all seats. The car, with 5 year old me in it, comes to a halt as it slowly collides with the front corner of the hardware store. My dad’s rolling around on the ground because he ran over his own hand in a pinto, a crowd is beginning to gather, I’m starting to get the distinct feeling that I should probably be crying at the moment, and to make matters worse….the inhabitants of the bar next door started spilling out, smelling of booze and trying to feed me popcorn.

 

[Frankthetank]

i owned a couple diff pintoz back in the day................................................and we'll jus leave it at that ppp

Theirs was bright orange

 

[420Forever]

Theirs was bright orange

ppp

 

[JP1]

Theirs was bright orange

My grandfather had a maroon pinto. Remember him working on it all the time. No memories of riding in it though

 

[Frankthetank]

My grandfather had a maroon pinto. Remember him working on it all the time. No memories of riding in it though

Oh yeah, the constant fixing was part of it

 

[Lil Dab]

falls out of the still moving car because of the slippery armor all seats.

 

[Frankthetank]

Thanks for the reps @420Forever @Lil Dab

 

[Mañ'O'Green]

I think the worse car I ever owned was a 56 VW Bug. That thing was a piece of Shyte. The only thing cool about it was the sun visor had a plastic pull down extension that had turned purple from age. At night when you were psychedelic looking at the oncoming traffic through it was quite the buzz enhancement.

 

[Lil Dab]

Thanks for the reps @420Forever @Lil Dab

I don't quite have any story's like that but the one duesy that sticks in my head is one night at the dirt track my dad and his buddy's car was broke so rather then being in the pits they stayed in the stands and got hammered I remember mom and I making bets who was going to fall down coming down off the bleachers.. I couldn't have been more then 12 my dad had to go to the bathroom and my mom says go "watch him" Then we go to put him in the truck and he just falls over laying across the whole seat of a single cab pickup I had to hold him up to get in Then to top it all off on the way home he is puking out of the side of the truck going down the road

 

[BCBudlady]

When I was about 5, my parents had a pinto…..complete with the fake leather bucket seats.

My dad spent the morning washing that, and his pickup….along with putting armor all on all surfaces inside both vehicles.

Couple hours later, him and I got in mom’s pinto and went to the hardware store. We come out, start the car, he lights up a Winston, backs out, and starts slowly driving through the crowded parking lot. As he tries to flick the ash out of the just cracked window, he drops the cigarette between the bucket seat and the door. So, trying to be all smooth…. He opens the door to reach down and find his cigarette, falls out of the still moving car because of the slippery armor all seats. The car, with 5 year old me in it, comes to a halt as it slowly collides with the front corner of the hardware store. My dad’s rolling around on the ground because he ran over his own hand in a pinto, a crowd is beginning to gather, I’m starting to get the distinct feeling that I should probably be crying at the moment, and to make matters worse….the inhabitants of the bar next door started spilling out, smelling of booze and trying to feed me popcorn.

Yup, No helicopter parents back them. Kids were kind of an aside. Yup, we got em. My mom’s motto: children should be seen, not heard.
Must have been quite the sight. Pinto…haha. I always wanted a Pacer, same panache. Cigarette burns into carpet, back seats, overflowing crappy metal ashtray in the back seats. No seat belts..