Sammy My First Car

My first car was a twelve year old Pontiac and this was in 1971. I bought it from a boy I worked with at the grocery store. His name was Joe, and he sold it to me for a meager $75. I was making $1.58 an hour, so that was a huge price. It was the ugliest color of green, but I loved it. Because it was mine, and it went fast. I drove it to college and back with a vengeance. We tore up and down the road at eighty to a hundred miles an hour. This was in the day when the cops were not out much Except at the end of the month, and we all knew what day. I named her Sammy, and I adored her until her engine blew. Ka—put. She simply quit working. Bam! I went to Joe’s house. His mother answered the door. I told her I needed to talk to him; she knew I was serious. I demanded and got my seventy-five dollars back. I had only had that car for eight months. I ended up marrying him, and we still laugh about it. I think he would have given me double my money back. He thought I was cute, and I was.