Ha! My dad isn’t anywhere close to cool, so no, his cars were never cool. We owned station wagons and full sized vans, which were always purchased used when they were too old to still be nice but not old enough yet to even jokingly refer to classic. He currently drives a Buick and Ford short bed without the king cab.
Yeah, I was the cool girl driving the 20 year old dodge van (with at least one ding from every sibling) to high school every day and just dang glad I had a car.
When I was at school in the 1970s my father had one of those sporty Alfa Romeo cars. Occasionally he’d drive me to school. All my schoolmates were very impressed.
Rysgrampa had a '57 Chev. Pretty much the definition of cool.
I’m trying to figure out how Dad went from a late-60s Camaro to, among other things, a Dodge Dart, a Volkswagen Rabbit, and an Isuzu Trooper II.
My dad had a 72 Malibu-like this, but maroon . He sold it…and I miss it 
(I hate cars and I hate driving, but if I could get one of these for a reasonable price I would)
He also had an old (67, 68?) Chevy pickup of some sort. He always liked it better…I never cared for it.
In 1991, the year after my parents divorced, my dad decided he needed a new car.
“I’m thinkin’ of test driving this one,” he said.
“Is it red?” I asked. I was ten years old.
“Yeah.”
“Is it a convertible?” I lived in Ohio and had never ridden in one. Hell, I hardly ever saw them around.
“Yeah.” He smiled.
I couldn’t believe it. He was going to get a red convertible. It was the car of my ten-year-old dreams.
Now, my dad’s not the coolest guy around. He’s never dated, never had a way with words or a suave personality. But when he drove up to pick me and my brother and sister up from school one day in that red Chrysler LeBaron, I thought he was James Freakin’ Bond.
He still has the old thing, and it’s on top #2. It gets taken out for long summer drives, never too far from home in case it breaks down. 
Nice 
Dad saw an E-type at the same auction he bought his Lancia at and could have had it for very little money, but he balked at insurance and he really did need those back seats.
My dad had a Mustang of some sort before I was born (or at least before I was old enough to remember things). Now he drives a Pontiac Sunfire because he cares more about having a nice house.
My dad drove a 1989 Toyota Tercel. But he had a Honda Civic before that, years before all the ricer kids thought they were cool.
This makes me laugh, as my father sometimes drove the family of five around in his MGB.
At the same time, my mom had a 1965 Mustang. We were cool, for a while. Later cars were a lot less cool. At one point the family owned three Pintos.
EJsGirl, the Nash Metropolitan is so goshdarned cute. I wish they’d make something that looks like that today.
There was a time from about 1983-1985 when both of my parents had Camaros. Mom had a red '77, Dad has a silver '82.
I certainly never thought so, but he sure did. My dad loved black pickup trucks, and had one from the time I was 2 or 3 until he died. My mom asked me to take his last one, and Mrs. ToKnow will be keeping it in the divorce.
IMHO, the coolest car either of my parents ever had was one time when my mom’s car was being worked on, they loaned her a 1978 Camaro with t-tops. Sweeeeeeeeeeet.
Me too! My MIL would cram herself and three kids into a Fiat Spyder! I think the youngest was stuffed under the top behind the backseat (think Cameron in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off).
Yeah, that Metropolitan was awesome- and surprisingly roomy. My dad was comfortable in it. Allegedly, one of the designers was about 300 lbs, but wanted to be able to drive a small car.
Mine was turquoise & white, hardtop. It looked like this only not quite as nice!
My parents haven’t owned a car since 1981 when the pea-green Fiat kicked over and died. I think that’s kind of cool.
I learned to drive on my dad’s Pacer wagon. Holy cannoli, that was embarrassing.
Other esteemed automobiles that have been registered in my father’s name:
Then he stepped it up big time and got a Nissan Sentra. It was such an improvement that I might have become the first teenager in history to be PROUD to be seen in a base-model, vinyl-upholstered white 1987 Sentra.
Now that I’m a dad, I feel an obligation to do my son right. He’s only 9 months old, but by the time he knows his alphabet, I’m committed to teaching him the letters B, M, and W.
My dad had several cool cars. '58 Corvette, '56 Bel Air, etc. I never got to see any of them because he sold them before I was born. My mom had a '55 T-bird when she was in highschool in the 60’s. She sold it before I was born as well.
Here is a picture of my dad’s current cool car. That’s him driving earlier this month at El Mirage, CA. He’s in line waiting to race.
We were strictly a station wagon family until my dad had a sort of midlife crisis - then he got a second car, a '55 Thunderbird. Whoa, what a car!
He got over his crisis when I began to drive and got an employee car from Holiday Inns - the first Subaru imported into the US. Holiday Inns bought a fleet of 1000 and sold them to the innkeepers for about $750. Mine was bright yellow and had a top speed of 52 mph (I was a teen, I had to know!) It was also very small and easily lifted by 2 big guys.
After a few dents he decided I need something larger and more sturdy so I got a new Ford Pinto wagon in *avacado!! * :eek: The coolness factor went straight to hell…
Right now, my dad has a '65 GTO, a '70 Firebird, and a '40 Studeback streetrod. He’s a car guy.
My father had two cars that I thought were kind of cool, a red 1962 Pontiac Catalina convertable and a purple 1972 Javelin with gold stripes and a 304 engine.
My dad has a thing for brown cars which are mostly horrible, but every once in a while, he came out with a good one.
The brown Porsche he had before I was born was supposedly beautiful, but it got totalled.
His next brown car was an early 80’s Cadillac. It was shit brown. Not a good time for him.
Luckily he sold that one and bought a Mazda RX-7 convertible. Now that was a beautiful car.
Eventually though he sold the RX-7 and got onto a kick of fixing up old cars. My dad has no idea how to fix a car, but he’s got an alcoholic mechanic friend who worked on them for him. What followed was a sucession of junk.
He’s now driving a Toyota Tundra which is a nice trunk if a little bit too much like a tank for me.
-Lil
