After having it for one year, Dad FINALLY let me register and insure my beloved 1996 Dakota. And I still can’t drive it. Still a little rough with the stick (I cannot for the life of me leave in second gear), needs the front end checked out, probably needs new rear shocks, and all but one of the front seat belt buckles are broken. Still only got my permit, so I can’t drive it to school (Dad works, Mom can’t drive stick). Oh well. Here’s a picture of it out in the street.
(Rough, I know. Big plans for it.)