It's a 2 year community college.
I was lost. Had no clue what to do with my life. So I took lots of random classes. Hoping I would find my calling along the way. Some semesters were disastrous, and there were many withdrawls & incompletes as I realized I hated the class after it was too late to drop it without a mark on my progress report.
Just in the "A"s alone, I took Astronomy, Accounting, Anthropology, Art History (which eventually became my major), and Automotive.
Yes, Automotive. I figured if I lived in Los Angeles, I needed a car. So I might as well learn a little something about this piece of machinery that was such a big part of my everyday existence. I was trying to be practical. I was one of 2 girls in the class of 25... and I had to work much harder just so that I wouldn't get laughed out of class by the "boy's club".
Our teacher was definitely into old fashioned big American cars. And while he respected the quality & the get-in-and-go of the Japanese imports, he always cautioned us "the smaller the car, the bigger the coffin". He considered small cars to be deathtraps.
But I still adore the cuteness factor. Give me a totally impractical but stylish little MG or Alfa Romeo spider - swoon! Here's my newest discovery:
|What did my little eye spy?|
|The Chatenet Speedino - from France|
I see lots of small cars here in Barcelona... and remarkably enough, I haven't seen an accident... yet all cars seem to be scraped up and dented - just surface issues from rounding tight corners and the like.