1972 Toyota Corolla. From my dope smoking moron years. Terrible car. It was so light weight in the rear that people would bounce up and down in the back seat when the car was moving. Body metal was so thin that if you leaned against it you would leave a dent. I wired the carburetor with a spring that would kick in the second barrel whenever I hit the pedal to the floor, so I could really take off, and smoke my tires. Needless to say, the valves went quickly. Just a terrible car, I have a Toyota Truck now, but they came a long way from the early years. I don't have a picture, but this is the most awful looking one I can find, which is how I remember it.
This was my Girlfriend at that time. I miss her a lot more than the car. Should have married her. She was real nice to me. Cute and nice don't come around that often, as I learned later in life.
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