My parents bought a massive orange van. My sister was so mortified that she told her classmates that the woman picking her up from school was our Hispanic housekeeper. When my mom pulled up my sister would say, "Hola, señora," and my mom would (somewhat confusedly) answer, "Hola." When my mom found out what was really going on, my sister got in a lot of trouble. But seriously, it was the ugliest van you've ever seen.
Fun fact about the van: when my parents thought it was on its last legs, they sold it to the father of a friend, who used it for several more years to commute five times each week from Nephi to Salt Lake City.
My brother was in some track invitational in northern California, so while we were up there we went to San Francisco. We took the orange van to many of the city's most-famous sites, thus ruining the photographs of countless tourists at Lombard Street and the Golden Gate Bridge.
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