It was so fun when it started getting really warm out and we would go on Slurpee runs after track practice. Megan, Jenny, Susie, a bunch of underclassmen I can't remember, and I think Chris Avery finagled himself in there(even though he was in baseball) all would pack into my ginormous car and we would hit 7-11. There were like 10 of us packed into the car, and we probably could have fit a few more.

I loved that car. It was a 1984 Delra 88, and it was my "hoopty." My cousin, who I drove to school, called it that because it was mega-huge, and mega-ghetto. You couldn't get in or out of the passenger side because the latch was broken, the power windows took forever to roll up and down while sqeaking the whole time, and I had plywood as half of my grill because it fell out.

My junior year, we had a competition for who had the biggest car on the cross country team. It was between Amy Coughlin, Dave Clingan, and me (Dave Renne might have been in on it too. I don't remember). I don't remember if I won, but it was the joke of the season.

Good Times!