Originally Posted by
big john
My father had a Pinto, one of the early ones which were supposedly the worst. It was parked in front of his house and a kid in a 55 Chevy ran into it at speed. Hit it hard enough to send it 2 houses down. It did not catch fire or leak any fuel. They lived on a busy street with 4 lanes @45 mph which means 60 mph for some.
My sister was visiting and her car was destroyed and I think they lost one other car there. And my younger brother was hit in a crosswalk by a 16 year old girl who dove to the curb lane to pass traffic that had stopped for him.
My sister had a Pinto. It's the car I learned to drive stick in. I got to borrow it a bit on her days off. I was 17 and ANY car seemed magically freeing, so I kinda liked it.
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