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Fast forward some years (06-09) and I had that guy but with a 90's red dodge minivan affectionately referred to as the red rocket. He would incessantly try to race everything because you couldn't make that van go fast no matter what you did.It's hard to tell for some of us. If you were in highschool in the 1980s, you knew a guy who had a car exactly like that. It was a mother's or a grandfather's. Rather than go to the bother of selling it, the keys were given to the only kind of person who would be happy about having it -- a lad who would take anything to be out of the house.
Of course, he didn't want a GM wagon, so he treated it worse than a rental. This contributed to a sense that red lights were optional, railroad crossings were a free rollercoaster ride, and running into your friends was good clean fun more than a serious misdemeanor.