When I turned 16 I bought an 88 Jetta and dumped tons of money into it. It was beautiful...lowered and completely re-done by me. Then, a drunk hillbilly in a Chevy Silverado (piece of sh**) ran a redlight and nailed me on my front passenger side. My little car spun off the road and ended up in a ditch. I was alright, minus a huge gash in my chest. I sued him for a lot...I won. Now I drive a stupid Pontiac, because I have a fear of getting emotionally involved with another car
Here she is...God, I miss it so much
