For daily driving around campus and such, I've got my car, which is a 98 Mustang. It's a great car, but it's way too expensive to fix stuff when it gets broken. On the weekends, I get to see my true love: a 1992 S10 extended cab. I've had it since I was fifteen, and have sunk more money into it that I care to admit (more than the Mustang.). It's not a practical street machine, but it's not really meant to be. I'm trying to get it ready for some car shows this summer, but who knows? It's "black"...well, parts of it are. I've done some bodywork (both repairs and a little custom stuff), so it's actually several different shades of primer, with some of the original basecoat showing through. It doesn't really have an interior right now, I pulled it out to do some molded fiberglass and custom stereo work. It may not look the best right now, but there's no feeling like pulling up to some guy who's bragging about their "lowrider" and hitting a couple of switches just to watch their jaw hit the ground almost as fast as my truck. It barely qualifies as a vehicle anymore, it's almost like a full size remote-control car. Alright, I'll stop my rambling now...it's just that everytime my baby gets mentioned, I can't help myself.