My first car was an '87 Camaro.
That car was fast and sharp as an arrow.
I was sixteen and in high school.
I loved it, but boy was it a piece of stool.
I had it for a month, then it became a joke.
I was driving one night and the engine broke.
It started to steam and smoke everywhere.
I was afraid, so I just left it on the highway there.
When I came back, I was hoping my day would be brighter.
But it got much worse when I saw about a dozen firefighters.
They were surrounding it and when I saw it I nearly froze.
They thought it was on fire, and filled it up with their water hose.
I should have junked it, but for this car I truly cared.
So I got a new engine and paid for everything to be repaired.
After that it ran like new and without a rattle or a squeak.
Little did I know that it had a slightly large oil leak.
So a couple days later, I was out on this amazing date.
I was thinking about us in the back seat, but that would wait.
As I was driving to this remote make-out spot,
I looked at the temperature gauge and it was very hot.
So of course it started to smoke and the firemen got called again.
When they got there, I didn't know what I was in for then.
One fireman smiled and asked if I was going to the make-out point up there?
I smiled back and said yeah, then he said really, with my daughter Claire.
After that night, I did what I should have long ago and got rid of the car,
I also never saw Claire again, her dad told me to stay away, very far.
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