That metallic orange one looks nice!
Though I'd be afraid driving it around and attracting too much attention.
The dealer found me a premier hatch with a stick in SHOCK yellow. It had the black out rims as well. Yeah, I'd look cool in it but I'd get challenged to a drag race at every stop light and the cops would be pulling me over left and right.
About the only thing I can add further to this conversation is that I went to SUNY Cobleskill many moons ago.
Got my Animal Science degree there and then transferred to SUNY Albany. I had to spend more time at Albany because many of the credits I earned didn't directly transfer over.
But hey, you live and you learn!
To keep it car related, my first car was a 1985 Chevy Cavalier Wagon. Freshmen couldn't keep cars on campus unless we were day students. But the next year, all my friends loved the wagon. I was in hot demand when someone wanted to move their dorm across campus. Or if my friends wanted rides downtown to go to the bar. Boy that wagon was a real stripped car, but it always ran. I beat the snot out of it daily. It always came back for more.
Now you know why I want a Chevy again!
Though I'd be afraid driving it around and attracting too much attention.
The dealer found me a premier hatch with a stick in SHOCK yellow. It had the black out rims as well. Yeah, I'd look cool in it but I'd get challenged to a drag race at every stop light and the cops would be pulling me over left and right.
About the only thing I can add further to this conversation is that I went to SUNY Cobleskill many moons ago.
Got my Animal Science degree there and then transferred to SUNY Albany. I had to spend more time at Albany because many of the credits I earned didn't directly transfer over.
But hey, you live and you learn!
To keep it car related, my first car was a 1985 Chevy Cavalier Wagon. Freshmen couldn't keep cars on campus unless we were day students. But the next year, all my friends loved the wagon. I was in hot demand when someone wanted to move their dorm across campus. Or if my friends wanted rides downtown to go to the bar. Boy that wagon was a real stripped car, but it always ran. I beat the snot out of it daily. It always came back for more.
Now you know why I want a Chevy again!
