I had never owned a car until I was 24 and married to my husband who owned a car. I just drove the junkers that my parents didn't care if they got scratched. My Grandparents had an old, little rust colored car that was about to die and allowed Melinda and I to drive to BYU. I was a Freshman and Melinda was a Sophmore. We lived in Heritage Halls, which was a cooking dorm room that housed 6 girls. this particular hall had older students as well, not just Freshman, so Melinda and I were to be roomates.
We tried to pack the little car and found that all of our clothes didn't fit. So, we put our stuff in black garbage bags and layed all the clothes on top of each other until it was full to the ceiling of the car. Then we said a prayer and got into our little car and drove. On the way, we stopped for gas close to the border of Utah in the desert. A transient came up to us asking for a ride. He was a fairly good looking guy, who looked he needed a bath. Then he looked into my eyes and said I know where to get some money." I should have said, "You mean like a job?" It was nuts. Anyone could see that there was not room for even a child, was he hoping to sit .....on top of the car? It was pretty easy to say no.
Besides that we made it safe and sound to our dorm where we were room roomates. It was so fun because the summer before Melinda and I made matching comforters. We peiced together quilts that were burgundy and forest green, which were very "in" colors for that day. You should have seen our cool room.
Back to the car. I don't even remember using it at BYU because we lived in the closest dorm to campus, which is Bowen Hall. If anyone is interested it is on the c0rner and crosses the street to campus and you walk right up to the Wilkinson Center. Our apartment was on the main floor and the window faced the sidewalk. You could watch people walk to the corner. Melinda took that car on a trip to SL and it broke down. I'm not sure how she got a ride without cell phones, but she left it there and we never drove it again.
