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Originally Posted by codude  I was 14 and I was with my very first girlfriend, KC. We were in the backseat of her mom's 1974 Oldsmobile Toronado. For those of you yet to be conceived in 1974, here's a pic to show you what a classy ride the Toronado was... ( 1974 Oldsmobile Toronado). 'Green' was not something car manufacturers or KC's mom worried about. That car was huge, which ended up being very convenient. |
Great story. I was around when the big GM land yachts were prominent and remember the abundance of fabric in luxury cars (this was before leather interiors became popular - if you were poor you had vinyl upholstery, if you were rich you had velour). So I can imagine what a bitch it was to clean up all the cum you squirted all over the 74 Toro. I was really proud of a Buick I had back in the day when a bud riding with me dropped a joint on the seat while passing it to me and it instantly started to blaze a big hole. We rode around laughing hysterically while bashing the front seat to put out the fire. Leather = much more suitable to burning one while driving. If you drop the fire you can quickly brush it onto the floor mat and stomp it out with seriously depreciating the value of your ride.
Not that I advocate that kind of thing.
I guess it's kinda sad that I was more interested in following your link to the 74 Toro (and beyond) instead of being more interested in when I lost my cherry. I guess this comes with age and self-abuse (in a number of ways). A vintage Caddy excites me almost as much as Monster's image gallery. Hey, I did say "almost!"
For the record, it was probably about age 10 with the guy across the street but since we were pre-pubescent that probably doesn't count. I think I really lost it around age 15 with a guy at boarding school. It hurt, but I was returning the favor so I kind of had to do it.
