98 Toyota Tercel. 1.5 litre, 5 speed manual, manual everything. Its whored out, high miles, and hopefully it will take him down a notch. Doesn't even have a clock in it.
My son has learned nothing from me, and has zero sense of responsibility/pride of ownership. I bought what I thought was a fucking kick-ass 79 Ford for him to drive when he got his license, he wrecked it after 3 weeks and still lies to me about it to this day (luckily I know the truth now but that's a peace of mind thing as my name is on the title). That heartbreak is another story....
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Then he wrecked my wife's Expedition. That's when driving privileges ended.
Now my oldest daughter is 15 and is learning to drive. MKwife and I are tired of our vehicles getting thrashed so the Tercel is our latest attempt. She can learn to drive with something smaller than a tank, she can learn to drive stick (most important), and my son has given me a 1000 dollar damage deposit. Mom keeps the keys, he doesn't have free rein with the car. If the car survives until Liz turns 16 and gets her license, Tom gets his money back. If he fucks it up, the deposit defaults to us and we sign the car over to him.
Here it is in all its glory! I had a brand new Tercel in 95, when I took it for a drive it felt like a blast from the past.
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It can't get out of its own way, it shakes if you take it on the freeway, but for the short commutes the kids do it should be fine. Although I'm pretty confident my son will prove me wrong and make me regret this before New Year's.