Oh how I miss him.
My first car was actually a hand me down. My brother bought (with mom's help) a black Isuzu P/uP with lowering blocks etc. You know, a show truck. Well, Richard defaulted on the loan, so mom paid it off and confiscated it. And when I got my license, I inherited it. After learning to drive standard, that is. I could tell you stories of stalling out at a major intersection and realizing 10 minutes later the problem was I was in 3rd and not 1st.
Well, anyway, my first week of college, I was driving my friends Kari and Dawn to Meijer's for groceries when they christened my low riding black truck with a ghetto sunroof. Thus was born my "Pimp Mack Daddy Mobile", or Pimp Mack for short. Until the day he died, I swore up in down I was going to glue afro wigs across his roof.
He made several interstate trips, including Illinois and Oklahoma and West Virginia in his time. His radio only worked on rare occasions.
He was a pain in my ass most of the time, but I loved him very much. He died in December 1998 in front of mom's house after dumping his oil down the exhaust line. I still have his rearview mirror as a reminder of the love we shared.