Originally Posted by Piobaire
This is where I trot out the sadly true story of how I worked myself like a dog in my 16th summer and bought the only car the family had.
Yeah, that sucks. It was kind of my point, actually. My mom had worked insanely hard to improve our SES, and having a car, even a POS, at 16 was a pretty long way to have traveled from where we were a half decade or so earlier.
Also, FWIW, I worked to pay for car-associated costs and taught myself auto mechanics because we couldn't afford to spend tons of money putting out figurative (and occasionally literal) mechanical fires.
Either way, I think we can both agree with the words of Mr. Bubba Sparxxx:
"Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions, but where I'm from being broke is no honorable affliction."