This is the Crusher.
It was the family’s fun vehicle. We took it over hill and dale, by precarious cliffs, made many a mother scream, and once, drove it from the Bay Area to San Luis Obispo because our other cars just looked boring.
It was in this baby that I learned to drive stick. Before I had my permit, I was chugging along the back roads in this thing and, to my recollection, only killed it once. My dad may tell you differently though.
I’d been driving through the town late at night with Dad and Davey, going through stoplights like a champ when I rolled up to a red light on a slight incline. Dad and Davey immediately starting hollering out instructions, explanations, how to guides, etc. on how to start a car on a hill.
Of course, this completely overloaded my brain and I promptly killed it. I am convinced that if they hadn’t said a word I’d have launched through the intersection beautifully.
Anyways. That was the Crusher.
It got crushed.
In all seriousness, we were all given panic attacks when these pictures were texted and emailed around and were incredibly grateful to hear that they all just climbed out the back hatch. Gives me chills just looking at the pictures.
Anyways, Dad bought the Crusher back from the insurance company for a whopping three hundred bucks. Not a bad deal. And, with Davey’s help, he immediately began restoring it.
Now it’s like our white steed, galloping gallantly before us. We take it to the back 40, go visit the neighbors, and it’s been our limo to a wedding or two.
The Crusher is Cody and Tessa’s favorite vehicle. True to form, Cody lays down in the back and falls asleep while Tessa plays the part of a hood ornament.
Saftely goggles are always helpful at night when the bugs are plentiful and the windshield doesn’t catch them.
Dad, as a tour guide, would be excellent. The amount of wonderful fluff he would throw around would be a real treat.
Hit him up so you too can have Crusher time.