Reminds me of how I paid my tuition for 1st semester senior year.
June of 1979 I printed and sold enough “Official Skylab Target” tees to pay tuition, rent and replace the exhaust on my 72 Chevelle.
I'm impressed you owned a car only 7 years old. In those years, my vehicles were always at least 12 years old. Exhaust system optional and, if present, held on with baling wire. I recall fixing a carburetor once by jamming a paperclip onto the butterfly valve so it wouldn't freeze in the closed position. Silkscreening teeshirts was probably beyond me, but looking back you make me realize that was a practical student business in those times.
My dad was waaaay cool.
I had worked through high school and bought a beat up 70 GTO from a friend was being deployed to Germany. At 17 I discovered insuring that car for 6 months was as much as I had paid to buy it.
So I sold it at a tidy profit after doing exactly one burnout that had my mom sobbing she would NEVER sit in that car EVER and I would kill myself and...
I don’t about anyone else but my moms waterworks were her super power. She inherited it from my grandmother who could swat your ass into next week and then cry and beg Jesus for forgiveness. Next thing we’d be apologizing and swearing we’d be good trying to comfort the person who had just carried through her threat to slap the Black off you!
My dad sold me his girlfriend’s car for the money I got from the gto and graced me the insurance for a year.
His girlfriend said the car was too much for her and wouldn't drive it so it sat in his driveway for a couple of years until he sold it to me.
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