Alrighty, time for my love story--------------
I was sad when my mom traded in the Buick LeSabre for a brand spanking new 1996 Infiniti G20 in pearl white with tan leather--and an automatic...
------oh well, anyway I was sad all the way back home from Houston to Lufkin---bout 2 hr drive, yet, hmm...hour and a half in the G...and by the time i awoke from the much comfyer buckets--I was in love. I was 11 and wanted a Viper or something--fast forward--still a car freak since birth, I fell into the import scene at 14, realizing the potential of the SR20DE--an engine code i had just learned of(back then, at least)...I wanted an RX7 twin turbo, but without the money for it, I started to lean towards the G more and more. At 14 and a half, i opened a savings account w/ about 50 bucks in it. By 15--The car is mine, I realized. Thru several lawns mowed, lots of things for family, helping out at the local Nissan place, whoring around for cash, etc... I had enough for wheels and tires, an exhaust, and, watch out!--spark plugs...@ 15 i started working at Randalls bagging grocery, and stacking boxes, etc...I realized the joys of spending $$$ on a car you dont legally own--no gas, insurance, etc. -- at 16 I had a large Pearl White gift with a huge red ribbon that was aged about 5 years...and a set of Paradas and this year--2002 that is--lets just say I have a lot planned for my baby G!