Originally Posted by fishigan

I spent the first part of my life growing up in a shack in the mountains of Virginia. We were worse than poor. My dad was a drunk too. We got beat on and starved. So I leave home at 16 and live on the streets for about year and a half. Anything was better than that crap. I was robbed for my shoes, stabbed for a bench, and shot for not getting on my knees. Homeless, hungry and not knowing what else was going to happen I joined the Army. I become an airborne medic. Spent most of my time in Germany, did a tour during the the Gulf War. Got a little educated. Got married and moved to Michigan. Got a good life going. Have a 6 figure combined income now.
So now after all of this I get to have some a**hole on a web site judge me for the type of vehicle I purchased.