My Engine Blew Up!
I’ve mentioned before about my first car. It was a 1979 Cutlass Oldsmobile. We once fit nine people in it. I do believe the periscope attachment came with a separate kit that I never received (insert sarcasm here). All in all it was the perfect car to learn how to drive in. I think I had a dent in it (some minor and some not so much) for every week I drove those few years I had the car. Rocko (Its name) was a car of first car stories, which live in infamy within my family lore. This story is one that I will probably never live down, though I’ve tried. I’m guessing I’d only been driving about a year. My parents were super awesome to bless me with the car, and every time I turned around it seemed that someone was checking the oil. I didn’t know how to check oil, so I just assumed that all would be fine. Until that fateful day when I drove the tank back from town and I saw smoke coming out of the engine, it nev...