You never forget your first car. Meet mine: the Ramchicken - Driving
They say you never forget your first. When I was still driving my parents’ cars, I paid little attention to anything other than how much it cost to fill the tank. I’d complain about the colour – the orange AMC Matador wagon – or the fact I had to muck with the carburetor on rainy days – the black Dodge Ramcharger. I didn’t know how much tires cost, my insurance was negligible, and because my father insisted on buying cars outright, I’d never contemplated a car payment. Then I got my own first car. A van actually, a 1984 Dodge Mini Ram. It was the vehicle that helped save Chrysler, and it was the vehicle that made me a grown up. I was 21 and asking my Dad to co-sign a car loan, which actually was a bigger incentive to never miss a payment compared to the risk of a shot to my... If anyone finds my Dudley combination lock from high school, try 42-6-47 and you’ll have yourself a dandy new lock. Because my Dad still had his big Ramcharger, we called my van the Ramchicken. Not quite what Dodge had in mind, I’m certain, but that little dark red cargo van was a warrior. Looking back, I demanded ridiculous things of that tiny van. We’d drive for 36 hours straight, pausing only to fill up the. Source: driving.ca
