Originally posted by: FFMCobalt
Well, I had my own 1978 Dodge Colt wagon (mini wagon... thing...) that my grandfather gave to me when he bought a new van. My mom bought a truck and I drove it after my car simply died of old age. Later, when I said I would be taking the city bus because I could not afford the 5-7mpg the 360 V8 was sucking up, she got all offended and pissed off. She ranted and raved that she bought the truck for me, which she never told me and which I didn't start driving until my senior year in HS, and that I was an ungreatful little sh|t.
Even though I worked to put myself through private school, paid for gas, and insurance on the truck like it was my own. I took care of it, including all maintenance that I knew how to do on my own.
Parents can kiss my ass.