Mine was a '64 ChevyII. My mom had bought it at a county auction and driven it for years. She gave it to me as I went off to college after high school.
It was white and boxy shaped but it could get up and go. I called it my “small block Chevy”. It was a straight 6 cyl. and I think it was 175 c.i. I learned to do minor maintenance on that car. The spark plugs were so easy to remove they were right there on the side and all in a row. Didn’t even have to jack up the car to change the oil. You couldn’t lock the car from the inside, so I would hang out the window and lock the door with the key.
I ended up giving it to my nephew who was still driving it up until a few years ago. That was one sturdy little car.
1947 Plymouth, light green. It had a fan on the dashboard that moved left to right - early aircon. My cousin detailed it with orange paint; a real beauty. I think my folks paid about $50 for it and the repairs must have cost them a fortune. Many years later I saw it at a Classic Car show; still had my license plate, and looked cherry.
1965 Jeep FJ-6A (I’d link to a pic, but I’ve never seen one on the internet.)
My brother cracked the block before I got it; Dad put in a Cougar drivetrain with a 2-barrel 289. It was possibly the ugliest van in the world, but it was a lot of fun. I keep wanting to find it and try to buy it back.
The idea was to make one good car out of two crappy ones.*
My third car was a '72 Ford Capri V6. Original interior and exterior. Fast little pocket-rocket. It was a beautiful car… I cried the day I had to sell her. Expensive to fix, had to import parts from the UK, but she was stunning.
I now share a 4WD with my SO, and while we go camping at least once a month, I still miss having a sporty little car.
Please note, this is a very silly idea. Learn from my mistake !
My first car was a distressed 1972 Chevy Malibu. It was hand-painted orange. Almost flourescent orange. You could actually see the brush strokes on the paint. The license plate was green.
I was living in Coronado, CA, in the mid-70s and a friend offered to sell it to me for $200. Seemed like a deal. Then I had to get the windshield replaced before I could get it registered. And it got crappy mileage. And someone stole my high school graduation tassle that was hanging from the mirror. I sold it less than a year later for $195 and never missed it.
1981 Chevy LUV truck 4X4. And it wasn’t really “mine”, but I had exclusive use.
Great first vehicle, cuz it was so slow I couldn’t speed, and it had a low center of gravity…Near impossible to flip.
I only had it a few months before it broke down though.
“My” first car was a 1990 Nissan truck, 4X4. Black, tricked out, and gorgeous. It was a show truck that Nissan salesmen drove around to Woo people with. I picked it up for a song at 100,000 miles. Loved that truck. Plus, the 4X4 aspect made it easy to get down muddy paths through the woods on Friday nights. (16 yo boys can’t afford motel rooms dont’cha know)
Plato? Aristotle? Socrates? Morons!
~When they pumped out your guts, filled you full of those pills, you were never quite right, you deserved another chance… -Better Than Ezra
1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. I paid $600.00 for it back in '79, piss yellow, with a 383. I swear to this day, the biggest f*ck up in my life was getting rid of it. What a car. The guy that bought it from me totalled it 3 weeks later, trying to outrun the cops.
<<<jcmckaig: 1981 Chevy LUV truck 4X4. And it wasn’t really “mine”, but I had exclusive use. >>>
Yikes!!! A pal of mine had one of those things back in high school. It was like a big steel lawnmower with a bed!!
Anywho, mine was a 1981 Ford LTD. The “Ford POS” from Men in Black. V8, 302 engine and (when it worked) completely indistructable. That car was massive and intimidating. I once took out a hill … not a dent on the car!!!
My second was a '77 VW bus camper. Very cool ride, but I got shortchanged, it was rusting out from the ground up.
Then I got an expensive Nissan I couldn’t afford thanks to my stupid mother. A guy ran me off the highway on Christmas day a few years back and made the thing completely undrivable …
Didn’t stop the bank from repossessing it though …
We were over in Japan when I was three and four years old. My mom ordered a 1966 MGB while we were there, to be delivered from England to San Diego. It arrived shortly after we returned to the states. She gave it to me around 1978, but it didn’t run. I finally got to drive it around in 1979 or 1980. My second and third cars were 1977 MGBs, one of which had overdrive. At any given time, usually two were running. Sometimes only one was running, sometimes all three.
My first motor vehicle was a brand new 1973 Yamaha 100 LT2 Enduro. My second motor vehicle was a 1976 Yamaha 250 Enduro. Since I lived in the desert I could ride them around without needing a license. I just had to stay off of the roads.
FWIW, my fourth car (i.e., not a motorcycle) was a 1948 Willys CJ2A. Number five was 1977 1/2 Porsche 924. Numbers six and seven were Chevy Sprints (one was a Sprint Metro). Most of those I owned concurrently. Number eight was a 1979 Porsche 911SC. Number nine was (and is) a 1999 Jeep Cherokee Sport. Number ten, which I own with the Cherokee, is a 1946 Willys CJ2A. I’ve also owned a 1979 Honda CX-500 (sort of a “mini-Moto Guzzi”), and I still have my 1994 Yamaha XJ-600 Seca II.
1972 AMC Gremlin.
No matter HOW I abused that car, it would not die!
By the time I got rid of it, the following things were CURRENTLY going wrong with the car.
-freeze plug was split and fixed w/marine epoxy. I drove with the radiator cap loose so as not to build up enough pressure to blow the fix.
-rear hatch window was cracked.
-no heat.
-speedometer broken (didn’t matter, couldn’t go much over speed limit anyway!)
-master cylinder leaked.
-windshield wipers (vacuum operated) barely worked.
-driver’s window would not roll down.
-driver’s door would not open.
-leaked oil
-leaked transmission fluid.
1966 Corvair Monza. My dad bought it for me for 50 bucks from my sisters boyfriend. It had cancer really bad(rust), but I rebuilt the motor, and drove it for quite some time. I loved that car, and I wish I still had it.
