CONFESS!!!!! What was your first car???!!!!

Mine: 1977 Chevy Impala in Olive Green. We called in the tank because well, it looked like a bigass tank.

What was your first car???

bought it in '83. maroon, with black interior. Good car, and lasted well until it started going bad, then it all went bad at once, about 1986.

I miss that car. Could go around turns quite fast in that car!

That was my first car too. It only cost $100. It was a POS, gas gauge didn't work, doors sagged so much they would barely close, and it had a cracked exhaust manifold, making it sound like a steam locamotive on a steep grade.

What year did you buy yours? I had friends who had Pacers, also, and all of ours died utterly within a year of each others. It was amazing - they all ran fine, then just up and died. No long period of making small repairs to keep them going. Everything straight to hell at once.

The one you bought sounds about how the one I traded in was working. :-)

still sittin out in the driveway

Straight ghetto-cruiser stylin' yo.

62 Pontiac convertible.

Fawn Brown (burnt orange) in color. Good little car, but I dumped it when too many things started breaking.

Blue with a white top. What a machine.

bright red with the wide white racing stripe that went over the top, 318 V-8. The car was so light it absolutely flew; of course it only took a couple years for that cheap sheet metal it was made of to rot out!

With a 440 V8.

VVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM>

my dad bought for me for $50. No steering because it was CONSTANTLY leaking fluids. It was quickly dumped for a 1983 two-tone Mercury Zephyr (Ugliest car I've ever seen) which quickly met with an accident, and then a 1990 Chevy Nova, which also met with an accident. Now I have a 2000 Toyota Echo which is running fine, with the lease soon up, we're looking into BUYING a 2003 Toyota Camry.

Hawkeye-X

I had a shit-brown 1974 Ford Maverick. The thing was a tank and it had an underperforming 6 cylinder engine and I puttered around town with Ronald Reagan stickers on my bumper.

How the times have changed...

Like this one:

White,four doors,red interior. Had a lot of fun in the old bomb.

We had three Gremlins of the early 70's--blue, green and orange.

Ugly little things, but they had the coolest gas caps....

damn gas cap kept getting stolen so I finally bought a boring one with a lock on it.

Drove that piece of crap for 10 years. Gotta admit, it started even in the deepest darkest Nebraska winter.

'74 Pinto, down to 3 cylinders and 300,000+ miles when I got it. I got it from my mom for the $75 she owed me. Had to replace the starter first thing. This thing was so crappy, the seat adjuster broke, and I had to put a brick behind the seat to hold it.

Oh, it gets better.

While Mom had it, she painted it. No, she didn't pay someone to paint it, SHE did it. She bought about 50 cans of spray paint from Western Auto and did it all herself. Then I added the pimped out pin-striping.

That was one sweet ride. </sarcasm>

got the front end run over by a tractor trailer..


scary little thing

in 1978. That car rocked. Haven't had a car I liked so much since.

It had push button auto transmission and was as rusty as any car ever. It was a "muscle car" because it took muscles to take it around corners. The power steering rarely worked.

Bought it new. I had $1200, my dad made up the difference to get me a new car for my 1st year of college. Got it in Sept. 1972.

Didn't blow up on me either. It also had Firestone 500 tires on it. So, i guess that proves that the early to mid 70's were not my time to die.

An exploding car with tires that cut their own sidewalls out. It's not like i had the safest transportation.
The Professor

but not the runabout. My dad gave it to me when I was 14. He tried to sell it, but couldn't get a decent price for it. He gave it to me since he figured that I would be needing something to drive in a couple of years anyway.

It also had the famous Firestone 500 tires on it, and my dad had never taken the car in to get the exploding gas tank fixed.

So I guess that I'm not the only one who beat the odds in the 70's.

118,000 miles when I got her from my mom.

Damn thing weighed a million pounds and cornered like it was on rails. I could take a residential corner at 45 and not slide or skid at all. that was one bad-ass ride.

Not new. It saw a lot of trouble and finally died on my birthday by getting folded in half by an ancient Impala. The Impala barely had a dent on it and my little RX7 was literally folded in half. The only justice of the crash was that a part of my rotary engine sheared off and shot through his engine block and wound up totaling is car too.

with suicide doors. Primer grey, green spray paint. It didn't run, but it looked cool.
After that it was a 68 chrysler 300.

Can you tell I'm young.

:)

I got my driver's license just last year. Yes, you can do it over the age of 50!

But because I live in NYC I'm not going to buy a car.

Split windhield. Never went over 35. Emergency manual wipers.
Drove from England to Portugal and back.


Bought in 1971

drove like a bat out of hell on most of its 8 cylinders. It looked like hell as I got it for free from my brother's best friend after he had several DUIs leaving large dents in the back. The back end whistled and the heat didn't work. Air conditioning? Are you kidding?

I ended up giving it back to my brother who then gave it to someone else when I bought a "real car". Holes were rusting through the floor by then but it still didn't burn oil.

It was a pain keeping it running, but it was a lot of fun.

And I have to say, she was valiant to be my first car. I inherited her from my grandfather, and she was great until I wrecked her. Grandpa never let me live it down!

You remember that bit in "The Blues Brothers" about "cop shocks, cop engine..."? Absolutely right!

Plus, it still had the spotlight next to the driver's-side mirror! Oh, the mischief potential of that one...

I bought it for eighty bucks in 1970 - drove it for a year and a half before the trans jammed in second gear one day while my father was using it.

I bought it in 1972 before I could drive a manual tranny. I avoided hills as much as possible for a long while. I loved that car. Except for some ball joints it was practically bulletproof. I have great memories of many events involving that car.

It looked like this except it was more of a khaki color and was left-hand drive.

Blue with a Black vinyl roof and right hand drive (UK) 1250cc was a good car

After I almost killed my family by getting all discombobulated at a roundabout and stalling it ALL the time I came home and found one for sale.

I loved that little car!

while I was serving but thats a different story

I was there on holiday and visiting family.

I kept banging my right arm into the door as I tried to find the shift. Considering I couldn't really drive a stick shift yet it was all pretty amusing.

Step side bed. It was a pretty cool truck, but I didn't have it long. It burned oil and I didn't understand the concept at the time, eo I never checked the oil. Either the oil light wasn't functioning or it didn't have one and I ran it out of oil and the engine seized up on me. I traded it plus $400 for a '76 Chevy Impala wagon that did run. Talk about a tank, that was one big car.

silver. Either a 1975 or 76, I think. Sorry - it WAS the 1970's after all....:evilgrin:

The first half of 1974 was 260z then 280z in the second half.

sorry - the drugs left some Swiss cheese-like sections in my brain.

. Loved that car.

#1-1940-Ford
#2-1949-Ford
#3-1953-Chevy.
#4-1956-Plymonth

and BTW I am impressed with all the auto exotica on this thread.

Stick shift (on the column). White also...

By the time I was driving it in 2000, it was definitely a senior citizen as a vehicle, but I loved that thing. I didn't necessarily drive it like I loved it, though... oh well, maybe I just put in the typical amount of abuse a sixteen year old puts on their first car. I once took it "mudding", loved peeling out in it, let my fourteen year old friend drive it, etc. Luckily I got the craziness out of my system pretty quickly.

Pretty dark blue minivan that I had lots of sentimental attachment to, but the interior ceiling cover was falling in... hanging about an inch below where it should be, the gear shift was all off by one (you had to put it into neutral to go into reverse, etc.), it would occasionally die when you stopped at traffic lights, and by the time the AC went out (definition of hell in the south) and then it started leaking oil that was about the end of my adventures with the Caravan.

Studebaker

metallic slate blue w/ bose sound system. I actually loved that car. But my ex drove it into the ground. x(

Boxy POS. Shook whenever it went over 45.
We switched insurance companies because the original one classified it as -- get this -- a "high-performance" vehicle.

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It looked alot like that, except for the fact that that picture is of the sister car Ford Torino, and the one I had had a dented grille and a few blemishes thanks to the haphazard driving of my brother.

Good car, though. Wish I still had it...

..of indeterminate color.

Whatever model was just below the Olds 98 that year.

And I could lie down fully in the back seat. And so could others. And they did. I'll always remember that car with a smile on my face.

depending on your definition of "your"

The first car for my sort of exclusive use was a British racing green MGB.

The first car with my name on the pink slip was an Austin Mini.

My first car was a British racing green MGB convertible. My brothers gave it to me as a graduation present.

Dark blue 6 banger with a three speed tranny! A hundred dollar jewel!

like this but black, leaked a quart of oil a day




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Oh, man; my parents had one when I was a kid, and it humiliated me and my brother. It confused us, too. Maybe I was ten and he was nine, and there we all were--packed into a Simca--moving to another city because my dad's real estate developments had failed.

I doubt I've had recollection of that memory in over forty years.

Simca ... I think it was our first clue that the family had fallen on bad times.

Jeebus: that brought back memories. You don't even want to know about my mother's water breaking all over the family room floor that year. What a mess that was to clean up!

black and white, it was gramp's old car....what a tank!

Mine was all white, four door. Talk about spacious, it was like driving your living room around. I miss that car...

n/t

WIth a semiautomatic transmission---about the only thing that never broke on that POS.

Followed it with a silver 1976 Toyota Corona. That was one sweet car.

Loved that car...350cid 4Brl Holly Carb...cam...all that stuff...passed everything but a gas station...!

I loved that car and had several people offer to buy it unsolicited. Totalled it my senior year of HS.

Four guys from the football team each grabbed a corner and carried it into the school cafeteria.

bought it new, and only sold it last year. That's right, I had that little trucklet for 22 years, and it ran great when I sold it. Very dependable little critter.

Three-on-the-tree, rear floorboard totally gone from rust. It was a 16th birthday "present" from my grandparents, whom I suspect really just wanted it off their hands... :)

I was 14. My dad let me buy it because working on it would be a good education even though he "knew" it wouldn't run. It took me all of two hours to get it running. I got caught driving it a couple of times, though.

AKA The PARTY BARGE. This is cerca 1989.

Solid gold, two-door, 350 V-8 with 4-barrel carb, auto trans (saved my parents some $$$ on insurance) and eight-track tape player!

That car LOVED to go 90 miles an hour for as long as you wanted. Richard Nixxon killed that mighty engine with his 55 MPH speed limit; broke its noble spirit!

Are there any other reasons to LOATHE REPUBLICANS?

:evilgrin:
dbt

Silver with a black top.

It was an anarchist car, red and black.

UGLY as all HELL. My dad got it for me in 1987. He paid 450 for the car and it cost 900 to get it up and running.

I couldnt stand it, so I (at 17 granted) decided not to change the oil. It took about 11 months of hard driving and abuse to send that thing to the scap heap.

Jason

The kind where you needed a co-pilot in winter to man the scraper.

My wife's first: 1976 Pinto. Say what you like about the Pinto, when it had the V6, you could leave practically anything standing.

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Forest green with a sun roof.

that was a land yacht!

In oxidized wake the hell up!! yellow.

I got it in 1979, a regular bondo buggy. Did I mention the doors feel off it?

1968 Cougar, $700.

I miss that car.

well it was actually my mom's car(seriously) but it was the car I learned to drive in.
The first one that I actually owned was a '67 mustang fastback.

That was a hand-me-down from my mom. My second car, also pre-owned by mom was a Subaru sedan. The first car I purchased for myself was a 1988 Toyota Corolla.

Pumpkin orange

Grey
flat head 6
3 speed on the column

Not really the right car for a new driver :). It had a 360 C.I.D motor, with all of the emission controls professionally removed, and a 850 CFM carburetor. The motor was slightly warmed by the owner (he used to build nitro 426's for Chrysler). This car was extremely quick and all of my friends called it the Lava Machine. I got the car when I was 15 and had two points before I even got my license. I got another four within a week of getting my license (competition driving). It was dangerous as hell to boot. It was in an accident and the front end was rebuilt. There was some damage to the suspension that could not be fixed, so every time you went over a dip in the pavement you never knew what would happen. I loved that car

Jay

that my aunt gave to my brother and me when she got another car, unfortunately my father borrowed it and ended up totaling it. :cry: :spank:

VROOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dropped in a 383 with Hooker Headers, Holley 4 barrel carb....

Poor kids these days have no idea what power is...

I didn't have that much power, just a little slant 6 engine, but I loved my Cuda. It was always dependable, ran as smooth as silk and looked good.

It ate tires for breakfast.

My dream car is a '71 Hemi 'Cuda, but I need to save my pennies for some time before I can realize that dream.

Did you have trouble keeping the 'Cuda on the road? Those back ends where not made for street use with a 383 in it. I bet you had to keep bags of sand in the trunk to keep it straight when you pegged it.

No heat, of course, but I lived in Tucson. Also, you couldn't open the passenger door from the inside, but had to roll down the window and use the outside handle. At the time I owned it, (1967-68), we were having gas price wars in Tucson, and gas was between fourteen and seventeen or eighteen CENTS per gallon! I'd fill it up every two weeks and pay one dollar and eighty cents. Oh, and no gas gauge, but I had the reserve tank. And a manual choke. Loved that car.

affectionately known as "the beast"

:puke:

I didn't own a car until I got married and we moved to the 'burbs. I lived in Boston before that so didn't need one. So, I was 25 and so excited.

We kept the car until last year. It still ran great. We had had it painted 5 years ago at the local technical school. The inside of the car was falling apart and it was so old, we couldn't find replacement items to restore it.

We bought our 16 year old son a used car this summer -- a 99 Escort.

In 'Baby-Puke Yellow'. Good car, except when the fuel filter under the back seat would clog while making right hand turns...

I loved that car--and it really could move.

WE get to pick out your car :evilgrin:

automatic with a shift. Vroom, vroom. Very rusty. Always filled with books, papers and overflowing ashtray- a real firetrap of a car! I loved it except for the broken gas guage, I can't tell you how many times I ran out!

Actually a fairly good car. I'm getting my license in about 5 months (today, it's exactly 5 months before my birthday).

n/t

Boy, I could haul a lot of crap in that car.

I think it was an '86. I put a glass-pack "muffler" on it. I say a glass pack because it was a straight six, and I couldn't afford the split manifold thing so I couldn't put duels on it. It sounded like a fart. But it was my fart, dammit, and I loved that car!

It already had 81k miles on it (and only three operational cylinders) when my pop sort of let me 'inherit' it to learn to drive. The thing had been badly wrecked (sideswiped during an ice storm, shoved over the top of a fire hydrant while it was sitting still, outside where Dad worked in downtown Cincinnati) and always pulled to the right; my friends used to tease me it was dowsing for the water in the ditch. Couldn't get it over 50 miles an hour, or the quivering would snap your neck. It only had an AM radio, so we used to drive around with a tape player hanging off the rearview mirror. The driver's side rearview fell off at around 50k miles and Dad never replaced it -- to this day, I still turn my head and look behind the driver's side of the car when I back up, even though that was 20 years ago. The undercarriage was so rusted out, the battery had to be secured to the front end with baling twine. Oh, yeah -- and it had cancer holes on one side you could stick your head all the way in.

I loved that car.

I know more then two people had Vegas. Come on fess up.
She was a little hatchback, dark green and I put in a 8 track. Loved her for 3 years and then she just froze up on me. I sold her for 100 bucks a month before I went into the Air Force.
I would never give one of my kids a small car like that to learn how to drive on but I guess back in those days we didn't think about it.

I don't think my Vega lasted to 81,000 miles. Yours did much better then mine.

Same model used by Barney Fife except mine had the delux interior.

6 mpg :)

And you know what? It sucked!

383 2 bbl, 2.41 rear end, top end of 142 MPH (AS clocked by the Indiana State Police)

A gray 1960 Ford Falcon; flat head six, auto, and those God awful
vaccuum wipers. No wonder it was built so tough, you were guaranteed to have an accident in the rain!

:eyes:

V8 flathead, shaved hood, shaved trunk, moon disc spun aluminum hubcaps, vacuum wipers, vibrator AM radio, Olds tailight lens.

It was also where I first...ah...nevermind... :evilgrin:

Some of you had some cool ones too.


BTW, my 2nd car: A F150 Pickup Truck with a cap on the back. This was before the SUV so the style of my truck was called "Explorer".

My parents bought it for $250 to be the "kids' car". They figured that way, we wouldn't wreck their cars.
The Cutlass was a great car. The body was rusting badly and it got poor mileage, but it started every morning even when buried under snow, sometimes even when my mom's new Dodge Colt, parked in the garage, would not start. We had only two repairs in the three years we had it-basic brake repairs and new coils for the radiator.
It didn't handle ice and snow-covered roads very well (it did do great donuts, though), but it didn't have front wheel drive. It went 0 to 60 in about 5 seconds. They don't make cars like that anymore.

Red, with wood paneling and a luggage rack! It got me from Virginia Beach to Seattle back in 1988 in one piece, and had a surprisingly decent carrying capacity. But nooooo, wagons are rare these days because people must have their SUV's. Oops, sorry about the rant digression!

and I loved that thing.

it was 1987 and I'm not sure that the car was an 80s model LOL

Gotta love vaporlock.

He bought it from the original owner in the early 60s for about $30. He remembers it burned about a quart of oil every 500 miles. He ultimately sold it for the same price.

Loked something like this:



It started hemmhoraging oil, and one day the engine just started smoking and it just blew. Sad. It was a one-of-a-kind at that point.

Hatchback

It was a dark rusty brown color... adorable car.

The first vehicle I ever owned was a 1982 Yamaha Vision motorcycle. I put 20,000 miles on it, went to Korea for a year and sold it because the alternator went out and I didn't know how to fix it.

Then I went to Berlin for six years and my vehicle was a Cannondale racing bike.

The first car I ever owned was a 1993 Dodge Dakota Sport pickup.

'49 Olds, '46 Ford Coupe w/Olds engine!

in 1985. It was a land yacht. I remember watching the gas gauge decline when I hit the pedal. The good thing was that I was not going to be killed in a car accident.

I wish I had that car today. Oh the good times had by a sixteen year old with a clunker caddy; if only that car could talk.

It was very fast and had a six stage paint job.
I came from an affluent background.
this was in 1967. We were spoiled; but like to think we appreciated it. I was very philosophical about it. After all ,the 60's were in high gear.and it was So Cal; Hollywood nights...Mulholland Drive...Zuma Beach....