Your Most Humiliating Car

[glatt]

I walked or rode my bike in high school. No bus or car.

I didn't have a car until after college. My grandfather's old Buick. a 1982 Buick Century. Once, in a crowded post-concert parking lot, when it was squealing really loudly, and smoke was pouring out from under the hood from a slipping belt, I had a cop tell me to turn it off because I wasn't "going to make it."

But it was a good car for road trips. As long as the passenger didn't accidentally kick the fuse box cover, causing the engine to die.