My first ride was a 1985 Chevy S-10, colors brown/tan/brown...her name was Dookie Brown. It was my Gaga's truck so looking back it was important to me, I just didn't realize it because I was a punk teenager who just wanted something to roll in. The carbarator sucked ass in the worst way possible. Backed into two polls b/c the truck died and I had no power to push the brake pedal down far enough, and almost got broad-sided a few times after she died going through intersections. What she could do was produce enormous amounts of bass with the 1-12" sub I had in the back. It was the cheapy Jensen brand but it bumped so hard everyone thought I was rockin' two 12's.
That 2.8L V6 could do a mean burn-out. Shortly before I got rid of it, I was at a stop light in the neighborhood with about 2 or 3 cars in front of me and when I started a car came up from behind me which quickly disappeared in the cloud of smoke. When the light turned green and I let off the brake I didn't move for a few moments and then took off. The one-wheel peel mark laid on the street stayed there for nearly a year.
Unfortunately for the guy that bought it, it was stolen probably a month later and actually totaled by the tow truck. How I don't know, but I felt really bad for the guy who bought it though.
At the end of my junior year of high school I was given my current truck as an early graduation present. My dad just told me recently the reason he bought me the truck is because he wanted me to be able to drive something new and cool my last year of high school. He said it made up for his dad not allowing him to buy the car he wanted in high school.