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The first car I remember was the pedal powered firetruck that my Aunt bought me for my 2nd birthday. I had already removed the training wheels on my bicycle, but 4 wheels was definitely the "cats meow". Been hooked ever since.
I do remember an early Ford Maverick, red, 2 door, when I was about 4. On the way to church, in Washburn, Maine, the snowbanks were so high that Dad couldn't see a car backing out of a driveway directly in front of us. Again, no seatbelts, my sister, standing in the front seat between my Dad and me, was saved by Dads' arm blocking her just before we hit. His fingertips grazed me as I headed for the dash. I remember waking up in a strangers' house not being able to see out of my right eye because there was a steak covering it to help keep the swelling down.
Probably why I hate Fords to this day.
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