As if we needed proof that my parents rule! But still, here is the car that they used to have when my brother and I were wee ones. Actually, I believe it was my mom's baby, but still. Now, I doubt this is the actual car, but you can still go ahead and picture me sitting between the two seats, hanging onto the stereo wires, and rocking out to Mozart. Because that's how we rolled back in the day. (And we also rocked out to "cooler" music, but I dare say few could deny the sweetness of a summer's drive in that car with Mozart.)
In addition, they sold it shortly before my brother's 16th birthday demonstrating their intelligence as well as coolness. (Though I still think they should have worried less about him than me. I've crashed one car whereas the bro has crashed none. But mine was totally the deer's fault.)
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