I was almost a sophomore in college, taking summer classes, and we rolled into the theater parking lot 5-deep in Ford Taurus SHOs. The vehicular stupidity on the way out is... memorable. Several of the guys I saw it with have kids in college right now. Pretty sure none of the Tauri still run.
The SHOs? They're still hot. They went to good homes to be supercharged and dust meth dealers
Not the ones owned by dumb fuck teenage frat boys in Worcester. Most of those died violently along the Mass Pike.
Don't be like that. I like to think my S-10 is still out there, educating youths about manual V6s with high power-to-weight ratios and cool secret compartments to hide weed and guns in. (Pretty sure mine did both but memory fades)
The fuse box lid in my Jeep was perfectly sized to hold a hard pack of cigarettes, regardless of what kind of cigarettes you put in the box.
The space behind the jump seats in my extended cab. Kids today could never.