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Who Was 'That Car Guy' At Your High School?

You know—this guy! Screengrab via YouTube
You know—this guy! Screengrab via YouTube
CountersteerYour true stories of good and bad things that happen in cars.

You all know who I’m looking for, fess up. Nobody from high school knows your usernames anyway, so tell me: who was “that car guy” (or car girl, let’s be equitable here) back when you were coming up? And what sorts of crazy stories do you still tell about them?

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Was it someone who was really cool and spent all their time wrenching and always had grease-stained shirts and brake dust under their fingernails? Was it the rich kid with the Maserati who didn’t give a shit about the car and only the price tag? Was it that kid with the wannabe Fast and Furious mods on their “import” car?

Patrick went to high school with a girl who had a brand new Hummer H3. And yes, it was painted that canary yellow that was a visual stand-in for early 2000s oil-burning wealth and opulence. (Also, Patrick had a Corolla with TRD badges on it. So.)

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One of my best friends drove across state lines to buy an orange Opel GT for $6,000. There was nothing wrong with it! And by nothing wrong I mean the brakes didn’t work really well so he engine braked everywhere. This is also the guy who pulled a second Opel GT out of someone’s yard as a favor for parts, because it was rotting there.

You know anybody like that? Bonus internet points if you’ve got photos.

Writer at Jalopnik and consumer of many noodles.

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There is one car guy who comes to mind. He was really a DIY mechanic by necessity; his family didn’t have a lot of money, so whenever something broke, he was the one who fixed it. Appliances, plumbing, electrical, cars, whatever. He inherited a ‘49 Buick Super Eight from a family friend, and that became his project, when time and money allowed. It was a beautiful car; it had sat in a garage for about 25 years before he got it. 3-speed column-shifted manual, and an inline 8-cylinder engine. Once he got it running, he let me drive it so I could learn to drive stick. It made me sad when he had to sell the car.

I was homeschooled; this guy is my dad. That counts, right?