Five: What was your first car?

have never had mu own car, my husband taught me to drive, got my license a few years after were married.

 

1969 Plymouth Fury.

 

1935 Morris Minor in 1945....on loan to me. Didn't even have a driver's licence. Got that a year later....just forgot I needed one.

Shucks, if Princess Elizabeth (now Queen) could drive a lorry during the war without a licence, why not me? She didn't get driver's licence until 1945 either!

Cheers,

Jim

 

My auto-owning history:

My first car when I was 16 was a '68 Beetle, which was just awful. No heat, no air (which in the summertime in Alabama is a real drag), no nothing. I had a portable radio strapped to the underside of the dashboard until my dad took pity on me and got me a new stereo for Christmas. After that, you could hear me coming for miles.

Thank goodness we lived on a hill because more often than not, the only way to start it was to roll it down the hill and pop the clutch.

The funny thing is that it belonged to my step-brother and and while nothing worked, it looked awesome, which is really all you care about when you're sixteen.

When I turned 18, I started a little landscaping operation that took off in a hurry and I had a little money for the first time so I bought a '69 Chevelle that I still think is the greatest car I ever owned. (I still look for it every time my son and I watch the Barret-Jackson Auction.)

In 1987, I bought my first new car, a Monte Carlo SS with T-Tops that always leaked when it rained.

When my dad died two years later, he gave me his '84 Dodge Ram and I've still got it. Twenty-six years old and it's still my main vehicle. Just a little basic maintenance and it's never spent a day in the shop, except for one time about ten years ago when a friend who owns a body shop repainted and reupholstered and detailed it for me as a birthday gift.

About six months ago, I bought a '48 Packard Custom 8 Converable that my sons and I are restoring now.

I also have a buckboard wagon that appeared in a couple of episodes of "Bonanza" and in the movie "Cheyenne Social Club" and has been restored, but that's another story.

 

First car was a '66 Plymouth Satellite dark blue two-door with dog pans and a 335 HP 383 in it. My Mom's first cousin's husband and his father had owned the car since it was new and he gave it to me.

 

A 1967 Ford Custom 500. White, 4 door, straight 6, auto. It was FAR BETTER than walking.

 

1979 Chevy Monza....what a spiffy ride that was!!:thumbs:

 

I didn't have it for very long, but it was a 1959 Ford Fairlane. It convinced me that I don't like Fords (Fix Or Repair Daily).

 

A Buick Skylark, and my, what a boat she was. :tongue3:

Rob

 

First with a license? A '79 Toyota 4x4 with a 6" lift and bald skinny tires that poured water on your head when it rained.

My very first one was an old orange datsun I got on trade for a three wheeler when I was 6 or 7 yrs old. I was not allowed to get out of the field. I had to sit on a stack of books. That's how I learned to drive a standard.

 

1974 Plymouth Duster, bought in 1978, looked like this one:



excep it had the words "Gold Duster" on the sides.

 

My first car was a 71 Toyota Corolla. I loved that car, but it was jinxed. One time I parallel parked it with at least 5 cars in front and 5 cars behind. Sometime during the night someone sideswipped it but did not hit any of the other cars. Another time a flatbed truck with a bundled skid of masonite ran into a deep pothole. The bed tilted and the skid of masonite fell on the trunk of my car crushing it. My wife (fiancee at the time) got caught in a flash torrential rainstorm, the street flooded and she stalled out. My car was literally bobbing around in about 4 feet of water. :tongue3:

 

Bought a 1969 red Toyota Corolla station wagon in 1976 for $500. Sold it 4 years later for $400. It was a pretty good car, except that it had a short somewhere so that when I turned a certain way the horn would blow. I named it Gabriel. LOL

 

My first car was a 66 Plymouth Valiant with a three speed on the column. Actually, it was my older sister’s car, she had gone off to Texas, but not before I made a copy of her key. I was 15, it was summer, and opportunity knocked.

I would use the car while my Mom was at work and return it to the same spot before she got home. One time the water pump broke and it overheated and died about ½ mile from my home; my Mom was due home in 30 minutes. I did not even own shoes in the summer but had about ¼ inch thick skin pads on the bottom of my feet as a result. Anyway, I had to push the car home atop the 115 degree asphalt and the friction and heat caused huge blisters under my pads which then peeled off to baby pink skin…that hurt!

 

1954 Dodge... It was my father's "fishing car." I inherited it when he died in 1963. Sold it for parts in 1964 right before I joined the USAF.

 

'73 Dart Sport 318 V8~~sure miss it...woulda been 1986 or so...