Title: My First Car - Pimpin My Ride Word Count: 569 Summary: I pimped my first car by accident: literally by accident. My first car was a 1971 dodge challenger and I was driving home from the lake when I spun out and dented the wheel on a cement island. When I bought the car it came with the stock wheels and the tires were fairly worn. I needed to replace the dented wheel anyway so why not go all the way and get a whole new set. Since the wheels were slightly larger then the originals I'd need some new treads as well. This was to be th... Keywords: Article Body: I pimped my first car by accident: literally by accident. My first car was a 1971 dodge challenger and I was driving home from the lake when I spun out and dented the wheel on a cement island. When I bought the car it came with the stock wheels and the tires were fairly worn. I needed to replace the dented wheel anyway so why not go all the way and get a whole new set. Since the wheels were slightly larger then the originals I'd need some new treads as well. This was to be the first of many expenses I would cover with this car. Most of which unfortunately were not of the pimping kind. I purchased a set of 5 spoke chrome wheels and some Goodrich radials. I was a teenager just out of school so I had a limited budget, which I had just spent. Money from a lawsuit when a truck clipped me: but that's another story. Anyway I loved how the new wheels looked. After a few days I noticed that the rest of the car looked a little plain compared to those shining rims. I went out and purchased some pin stripping tape and got to work. Several rolls later and just before my fingers seized up I had a nice set of pinstripes. I was quite proud of myself, especially since I was a rank amateur at anything automotive. So I gave myself a pat on the back hopped in my shiny wheeled pin striped ride and laid a nice long patch of rubber to celebrate. It wasn't long before I noticed that the interior was looking a bit boring compared to the outside. I loved the stock three-spoke steering wheel but decided to go with a new polished wood steering wheel. I found some great seat covers and completed the interior transformation. Good thing I'd managed to get some overtime at work. So once again I smoked the tires while resting comfortably in my pimping new seat covers with my hands firmly gripped around the varnished mahogany steering wheel. Things were going great until I pulled up nest to my friend one day. I couldn't hear him because his car was thumping like herd of stampeding herd of elephants. After he drove off I realized I had to do something about my anemic stock stereo system. Back to work to ask for more overtime. Luckily the mill was actually busy at the time. Well a few weeks later I was tearing out the dashboard and installing my new Pioneer stereo, mounting the speakers in the front doors and the back windowsill, and bolting down the amps and boom box in the trunk. One more time I sat in those cushy seat covers and fired up my pimped out ride. I was rumbling and thumping as I peeled out from the driveway. The neighbors must have loved me then. Sadly that was the end of my pimping adventures with my first car. After that the old Challenger wanted a little too much attention; brake jobs, blown cylinder heads, new carburetor. I never could keep up long enough to take it that next level. About a year later I sold her. When my daughter gets her first car and wants to throw in a DVD player with my money of course I'll just sit her down and tell her "I pimped my first car..."