More of My Memories of Morris the Minor

Can a young man who drives a car to high school with the name of Morris Minor, be a major popular guy? I doubt it. Believe it or not, the first day of my junior year I drove to my brand new High School, and had a wreck in the parking lot. I backed out of my space and hit a car and bent my bumper sideways.

Other highlights, endless driving for very little petrol, mostly passing the homes of girls I was crushing over. A date to a drive in movie where my date spilled a 32 ounce coke on herself in the tight space. Losing control rounding a curve and climbing a bush between a pole and a pole wire, (considered miraculous at the time) then my friend Dicky and I lifted the car off the bush and skeedadled (considered a non miraculous but effective way to avoid trouble in the deep south), when the homeowner called the cops. Feeling the seat sink and discovering the floor of the car had rusted through.

The summer I went to Camp Alpine my sister Janet removed my racing stripe and put flower stickers all over the car. What an embarrassing end for my Dad's toy! We sold the car to the teenage kids of the then Governor of Mississippi. I counted once, since that first car I have driven or owned or been gifted with, about 20 vehicles, but you never forget the first, not a minor memory, but a major one.