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My first car was a 1993 240 sedan. As a teen on my way home late at night, I was coasting down a hill in neutral. The thing was on the heavy side, so I would play this game where I would put the car in neutral and see how long I could coast before having to shift back into drive and hit the gas. My parents lived near the beach so pretty much anytime I was heading home, I was going downhill. This particular evening I fell sleep while playing this game. I was not buckled and the last time I looked at the speedo I was going a little over 80mph. I hit a parked car and woke up. Walked away with a big bruise on my thigh from hitting the shifter but other than that, I was completely fine. This is a picture of my dad retrieving some paperwork and cleaning out the trunk at the junkyard. Fast forward 13 years and I found another 1993 240 sedan. This one is blue. It's my daily driver that I haul my two year old daughter around in (who by the way, is totally obsessed with Ingrid, the "vovo")
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