Trans Am

I bet you did not know I drove a Trans Am in high school. It was not because I loved it, it was because my Father is 6'7" and in 1979 had a hankering for a sports car that he could fit into.

By 1987, when I could actually drive, the car had dents on one side (we got hit in the parking lot of the synagogue on the way home to food for Yom Kipper) and the fin was a corroded orange color. The best part however, was that the T-tops got stolen at the mall because they were worth more than the car - it happened three times!!!!

I may have hated that car back then, but I had 4 wheels to get around, and I thank my parents for being cool enough to let me chauffer my brother and I around town!