My First Car

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. ***For Paula Swanson's Contest***