Every Sunday morning me and my dad go to my aunts house. Lately he's been letting me drive his truck, (Which I hate. I can't drive it. The clutch it all messed up.)
So he asks if I had my permit and I said, "Yea, but I don't wanna drive the truck." Then he says, "Better get used to it goes it might be yours."

WTF! You buy me a
Stang and won't even let me drive it. Not like it's paided for. They want me to make payments on a car I won't be able to drive.
I know why this is happening. One word. Insurance. Damn Honda has their head shoved so far up their ass every teenage guy can only afford to drive a Civic. And the only people who can afford to drive a Mustang, Camaro,
Trans Am, Firebird are girls and old men.
Look around and see who drive Mustangs next time your out on the road. I tell you right now, it will be a girl in the drivers seat.
So, my mom wants me to drive this old beat up 92 Ford Tempo I can't even sit in, that has an oil leak in the rear main, and the
tranny won't even shift right.
So, instead I said to my dad, why don't you give me the old 74 F100. (351W, Automatic) Surely I can afford to drive it. The whole truck is falling apart. Then he goes onto this rant about not having enough money to pay for insurance on all the cars.
Well, it's not like I'm not gonna pave my own way. I don't need takeouts. I don't take handouts. I don' wanna be like my sister. I want to earn my step everyway.
I'm starting to think gettin that 98 was a mistake.
