When I was in high school my parents gave me there Mercury Monaco. It was HUGE. This was a monster of a vehicle. I was grateful to have a car to drive to school. I was a junior in high school at the time and worked full time after school and on the weekends. Plus, I had regular play rehearsals and choir practice to attend that were doing the week at night and on weekends. I was also a youth group leader at my church and had those activities to attend. So I was busy and having a car was a huge convenience. However, this car was crazy big and hard to drive. The thing was like a tank barreling down the road.
The handling was not all that great and it probably needed new tires as well too. It could hold all my friends at once though. There was a huge bench seat in the back and another bench seat up front too. I seriously do not think I was all that cool, it was just that I had a car to drive and the other kids didn’t. We could now leave the campus for lunch and go places. Though there were not many places to go when your only 16.
The car was a serious embarrassment. It was a silver color and had flags of every nation on either side of the car near the fender. The inside was dark maroon and there was only a radio. Most cars by 1991 had at least a tape deck, but we got the radio and huge old school knobs and dials to deal with. It did have air though and that was good, considering we were in Vegas.
That winter of 1991, I had play rehearsals every Saturday. Sometimes we would be there all day for the play and bringing homework to do was necessary. Especially if you were a tech or only had a few scenes you were in. These were full dress rehearsals, since the play would be opening soon. I was in a hurry a lot. The handling of the car was getting worse and so were the tires.
Finally it happened one Saturday. I actually crashed the car on the way home from play rehearsal. The car lost traction in some water that went across a dip in the road and as I turned car swerved towards a ditch. Being new at driving, I over corrected and went into the wall on the opposite side of the road. I remember sitting thinking, you’ve go to be kidding me. I ran home, called the police (no cell phones back then), called my parents and ran back to the car. Luckily, the cop looked at the road and what happened and saw that it was an accident and I tried to stop the car.
I absolutely hated that car after that happened. It was so embarrassing and I hadn’t been driving that long. It was totaled and I was fine with that.