My first actual car was a 1984 Ford Tempo. It looked almost exactly like this one, just with fuzzy dice in the mirror:
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Mine was silver.
I really appreciated the added safety measure, where if the breaks ever went out, all I had to do was crank up the A/C and the car would slow right the fuck down.![]()
A/C? What's that? If you turned on the A/C in my car, you got shot with dirt.
Still, I have to agree, lots of safety features on the ol' Tempos. Why, sometimes my car wouldn't even start if it felt I wasn't safe, and would leave me sitting in 12 degree weather until it felt I was.
I remember driving over some railroad tracks one night, and out of nowhere the car just shut down. I mean, everything quit. I coasted to a stop and had to wait a few minutes until the car started up again. Also, whenever I would drive above 40, the keys in the ignition would start rattling, the whole vehicle would start shaking violently (think Excelsior in ST:VI) and the radio would come on by itself. That said, I loved that car so much. I had nicknamed it the Funkmobile, and it served me well.![]()
Mine was "The Hillmobile," thus dubbed by all my college friends who needed rides.