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My first memory was of my granddad's green 54 Pontiac Sky Chief sedan, the one with the cool jet plane hood ornament. It was was also equipped with a small rust hole through the back seat floorboard where you could see the road wizzing by underneath the car. We used to relieve trip boredom by dropping items through the hole to watch them bounce as they hit the road. Mostly small sticks and rocks, but occasionally small toys from my sister's collection found in the back of the car.
My first driving experience was at 4 years old when my twin brother and I released the parking brake on my mom's 59 Pontiac when my mom left us unattended in the parked car as she ran into a store for an errand. The car started rolling down the hill and a passer-by who saw it happen opened the door, jumped in, and pulled the brake.
Learned to drive in my dad's 68 VW beetle, which was also the 1st car I owned.
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