Taylor Dent: My first car was a BMW X5. Sadly, the most vivid memory I have of that car was when I didn’t understand that the oil gauge needed time to warm up before it gave an accurate reading. So unfortunately, I noticed the oil reading was in the red area one morning and proceeded to top it off. Well, needless to say, when the oil warmed up and expanded it made a complete mess of everything, exploding all over my engine etc. The mechanic said to not bother coming back if it happened again, hahaha.
Courtney Hansen: Okay, my very first car—actually my dad had to drive it for a while first because I wasn’t old enough to drive it—was a [Chevrolet] Camaro Z28. Was it ’92? Can’t even remember the frickin’ year, but it was a Z28 Camaro, convertible, Heritage Edition. I loved that car! I then traded it in for a Chevy Tahoe that I bought with hard earned modeling and other work money.
My favorite memory of [the Camaro] I have is actually my favorite memory I have in a car, and also the scariest memory to date. I was cruising, finally able to drive it, 16 years old, and I was at the wheel with a friend of mine. It was raining in Florida because it rains in the summertime. When we left tennis practice it starts pouring rain and we were cruising back roads. I can’t remember if I intended to do a donut or if I did it accidentally, but we did a 360 and I ended up just narrowly escaping hitting this tree head on. Literally the nose of the car was touching the tree trunk, and how we came to a halt right there, I mean, it was by the grace of God, because we could have been seriously injured or killed. I was trying to see what it could do, and thankfully it didn’t end up a disastrous situation.
Olivia Munn: My first car was a KIA, 4-door. I remember one fateful day I decided to wash my car. Really wash my car. In California, there are hand car washes everywhere where you pay twenty bucks and your car leaves sparkling. But in Oklahoma, where I was living at the time, most people wash their own cars. I am not one to go the effort of cleaning my car, I mean, eventually it rains, and the one day it rains, I’ll be there saying, “Man, I’m glad I didn’t wash my car today.” So, I decided to wash my car and spent 4 hours cleaning the interior and outside. It looked great and I was really proud of myself for putting in the effort. Then I decided to go visit my grandparents in a town about 30 minutes away. When I got to their house, they weren’t home, so I started driving around. Out of nowhere I am side-swiped by another car and my car is totaled. I went to the emergency room and found out I wasn’t injured, my car on the other hand – my sparkly, shiny, 4 hours to clean car – did not make it. I’ve never cleaned a car since – just kidding – I just pay someone to do it now.