Mangert couldn't afford the Ford when he was in high school but he never stopped working hard to get his high
school dream car.
Not exact matches
I think old -
school tactics like the Three Cs of sales, pushy
car salesman stuff doesn't work any more, especially not if you're selling a lifestyle or a
dream, or millions or billions of dollars of real estate.
There's no simple answer to that - it was years upon years of learning to value myself enough to eat foods that are healthy (and learning what that meant), it was my Crohn's diagnosis, it was following my
dreams (which, incidentally, involved packing up my
car and moving 3,000 miles across the country to go to
school to study photography).
From second graders building their own playground to fourth graders modeling
dream cars, it's all in a day's
school.
I kept reading about
cars, but in high
school I got serious about another passion of mine — classical piano — and resigned myself to the fact that any kind of career in the automotive industry was just a pipe
dream.
But as thirty - and forty - somethings realize that the
car of their high -
school dreams is now affordable, attainable, and as entertaining as they'd imagined it would be, clean GLIs might follow the value trajectory of the E30 - chassis BMW M3 (although, of course, at a far more modest price).
My
Dream Porsche would be an Old
School RS Blue (with two white stripes along the
car) Cayman GT4 with 500hp GT3 RS engine.
This 1966 GT fastback was Mangert's
dream car when he was in high
school.
The
car was my
dream car and I am selling it to work in a non secular
school outside the US.
Raised in the city of Shelby Twp., Mi, graduated from Eisenhower High
School in 2011, and is now ready to help you park your
dream car in your driveway!
NISSAN used to be my
dream car, not it's just a headache sitting in my sister's driveway because a new transmission will cost me about $ 3500... I work with under served High
school students who read at a grade 3 or 4 level... $ 3500 is a lot of money that I do not have... especially when I just spent nearly $ 500 to get new brakes.
Gone are the days of high -
school kids working summer jobs to get the brand - new muscle
car they
dreamed about.
The Neon, already one of the most cheeky compacts, would have been every high
school kid's
dream with that canvas top, and the Breeze would have become more than just a decent economy
car.
The Mitsubishi Eclipse was the
dream car of just about every gas - huffing, pimply faced high
school kid in the 1990s.
I have slaved through
school for the past 14 years to finally purchase the
car of my
dreams.
I worked hard, put myself through
school, got my masters degree, got a
car and house and bunch of other «stuff» that I no longer need, got a great carrier... and the
dream??? Hmmm... I have realized that this is NOT what I really wanted... what I really wanted was to LIVE MY LIFE!
My biggest wish in the whole world is that I don't die at the age of 34 in some elaborate
car crash as prophesied in a recurring
dream I had in high
school.