oh boy, prepare yourselves for a fall from grace quicker than enron.

growing up my earliest memories were watching my parents row through the gears of their respective cars.

my dad? a sweet ass ‘93 volvo 240 wagon, then went to some random year chrysler sebring, than ultimately going for an ‘03 PT cruiser...the worst part was it was 5-speed that was slower than the slush box automatic PT cruiser.

how do I know that?

well my earliest memory of my moms car was an ‘85 BMW 318is, also a 5 speed. which she drove from when I was worn in 1993, until she traded it in to be one of the first people in southern california with a...you guessed it...automatic PT cruiser in 2000.