Yep, I'm short on other people to take pictures for me. I think it's 'cause we know where to take them from to make our car look the best. Not to mention we're the ones that take care of them, know every little thing about them, all the dents and dings, the scratches and the chips, et cetera.
We're the ones that drive them, so we know the stories and the mishaps!
I used to not give a rip, T-bat.
I got it back in 2003, in my senior year of high school. Previous to that, the only time I rode in "mom's car" was when I was either sick or in trouble.
Thus, that car didn't have very many fond memories, plus I still had the complex of it being my mom's car until I got used to it all. My dad works on and knows about all manner of things .. And I've always been a daddy's girl, and was raised around my three uncles and my grandpa.
I didn't really start wondering about the GP until I realized I'd probably be stuck with it for awhile, and since I've always liked to do things myself instead of having someone else mess it up for me, here I am today. And I really .. really ended up liking this car alot. There aren't many like it at all, and I appreciate it even more everytime I drive someone else's car.
It's handling its eight years of existence, two accidents, two bad alternators and my immaturity and modifying like a pro.
It deserves to look nice after all it's been through.
It's so ninja-like .. So deceptively looking like a family car from any normal person's point of view .. Bwahaha! Anyway. I take care of my stuff. I'm protective. I'm competitive. I was forced to grow up early and learn responsibility before I should have. I am rambling.