It might have happened right after you were born, when they packed you up and took you home, or perhaps (if you were born in a non-car-centric place) it was years later. It might have been a Hindustan Motors Ambassador (in India), a Zaporozhets (in Russia), or a Honda Super Cub (anywhere in Southeast Asia). In my case, it was my father's 1956 Oldsmobile 88 Holiday Sedan on a freezing Minnesota winter morning, rusty and aging but still packing respectable power with its 324-cubic-inch Rocket V8.
Whatever or wherever it was, at some point, you rode in (or on) a motor vehicle for the first time. Perhaps it's something sufficiently cool that you wish you had now, or maybe it was a vehicle so embarrassing that you'd have happily pushed the "on" button that sent it into the car shredder. Either way, what was it?
Whatever or wherever it was, at some point, you rode in (or on) a motor vehicle for the first time. Perhaps it's something sufficiently cool that you wish you had now, or maybe it was a vehicle so embarrassing that you'd have happily pushed the "on" button that sent it into the car shredder. Either way, what was it?
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