My dad owned a dodge dealership and he was constantly bringing home different cars since we had no need to own one. Understand we lived in rural New England (ok, so all of Maine is rural) and all imports were almost like exotics. So one day he shows up to give my lil brother and I a ride somewhere in a brown 240z. It was like a baby corvette. I should add that dad is not a car guy at all, for him it was always business. I was a preteen and didn't really get cars either until we reached an open stretch of road. I vividly remember my dad downshifting, the rear end dropping and that z took off. My dad and I exchanged grins while my brother was hysterical in the back seat. Years later when we moved to the "city" my dad was a datsun/nissan salesman. All through my formative driving years I would beg him to bring home zx demos. So I ended up being the kid who always had a new 280 or 300 every other weekend. Thanks dad.
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