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Wednesday, June 29. 2011Fun summer game #2: What was your first car?A reader sent us a pic of his first wheels. Nice: He also sent us this car, but I forget why:
Anyway, what was your first car? (year, make and model please, if you can recall the details)
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Mine was a 1962 Austin Healy sprite. I bought it from my math teacher in high school in exchange for an A. Didn't need to open the doors, just step over them and sit down. Then moved on to a 1964 Ford Falcon with a 260 V8.
First car I bought was a broken down Saab, c. 1970, that I bought for $200 around 1976.
Within two years, oil started shooting out through the front as if it had been shot, and it sat down in the street and died. Toyota Corolla, 1972 (purchased in 1978), yellow. Coupe. Bought it for $800. Lasted until 1983, when I sold it for $200 and watched it drive away.
We called it the "Urban Assault Vehicle" (movie reference - who can pick it up?), though it actually only "assaulted" two cities - Boston and New York. And each city only once. Of course, we left very few behind to tell tales.....;) 1959 VW Type 1 (Beetle) quickly replaced with a 1956 MG-A, followed by a 1960 Citroen when the girlfriend got pregnant and we needed room for a baby carriage.
If I can recall? Who can't recall their first car?
1966 MG 1100 Sport Sedan 4 cyl. 1100 cc transverse mounted engine, twin Zenith Stromberg carburetors, front drive, 4 speed manual transmission, sun roof, British Racing Green. I drove it for 18 months. Drove it up Mt. Washington once and thought nothing of carrying a complete spare ignition system, fuses, bulbs, belt, axle, U joint and brake parts. And a tool kit. I still have the 1 5/8" open end wrench needed to remove the CV joint/brake assembly. 40 years later I will occasionally have a dream about it. It's in the driveway, the keys are in it. It starts! It runs! Excellent car. Sometimes it would stop running for no apparent reason, too wet? too dry? it seemed to like foggy sort of days. No brakes? No problem. Shift lever comes off in your hand? Just jam it back in. My father refused to ride in it, called it a deathtrap. Smart man. MG's would fall apart just sittin in the garage. It's like they had a built in decompose feature.
'72 Plymouth Satellite Station Wagon, V8 block engine.
I was pulling away from a gas pump once and this woman zipping through the parking lot scraped against my front fender. It left a 6-foot gash down the length of her car. Mine? A small scrape of paint the size of my little finger. My car was a tank. I also had a '72 Satellite wagon with the V8. Kept it for seven years during which time I drove it from Connecticut to California, lived out there for four years and then drove it back. It only failed me once when the fuel pump went.
1966 Chevy Impala SuperSport. Hand-me-down from my father in 1973. First car I bought new 1977 Corvette. Loved both of those cars
1953 Studebaker, bought in 1963 for $150. Ran the tires off it while stationed at Great Falls, Montana. Didn't want to start in the -40 degree winter though.
used 1955 Nash Rambler
ugly salmon pink + cream-white roof purchased $350. at age 16 in 1960 remember the fold-all-the-way-back seats? great for making out (I suppose) sadly, I didn't have a clue at 16 timing is everything, isn't it? My dad had one of these for a while as his car for hunting and fishing trips. I was small enough to sleep just dandy on that fold down back seat. Can't imagine he slept well though.
Thanks for the memory. 1953 Plymouth, 6-cyl flathead, "3 on the tree" with overdrive. $35.00 in 1966. Had it about 8 months. Daily to work and 300 miles on weekends to GF's. About 20 mpg and 300 miles per quart of oil. Left it with my younger uncle the am I left for Ft. Knox (drafted). He blew the engine running it without oil a few weeks later. Next car was a '65 Sport Fury, 4-sp, 426. Miss both of them.
My dad bought me the least expensive Ford Pinto - must have been 1971 - for graduating from high school. He shouldn't have. I wrecked it about ten days later (I was almost terminally irresponsible back then). The first one I bought was a used 1970 VW Bug. It was the first engine I rebuilt - upstairs in my parent's house!
My first was a '61 Ford Falcon that I paid $50 for.
Second was '48 Chevy pickup truck. During the drive home, I noticed a little tick in the engine and decided to change the oil. Turned out that the crankcase was filled with 90w gear oil. As soon as I replaced it with some good 30w, that minor tick became a major knock. I had a lot of fun working on those vehicles - and learned plenty. My dad liked Corvairs and jumped at the chance to purchase 5 as a bundle deal, so I drove '65 and '66 Corvair Corsas' all through HS in the late 70's and first year of college.
1982 firebird had a 305 eng. Put a lot of miles on that car and it held up well.
Handed down from my Dad, a 1960 Morris Minor 1000, blue, 4 cyllinder 1000 cc engine that only fired on 3 cylinders. The first car I bought and paid for was a 1962 Ford Fairlane, 4 door, 6 cyl, 3 speed on the streering column, $325 a full summers wages at minimum wage $1.35 /hr working at Burger King
1969 Ford Thunderbird, suicide rear doors, 429 Thunderjet. Had a friend open 1 of the rear doors while going through the car wash. Wood paneling window after that episode.
Mine was a 1964 vw micro bus with 21 windows and a canvas
sun roof. It was a great car to have in High School. "Urban Assault Vehicle" (movie reference - who can pick it up?): Stripes, w/Bill Murray et. al.
I have a kit truck, a Jurassic Truck T-Rex, that has that quote on the license plate frame. First car: My mom took my lawn-mowing money and used it to buy me a "nice, safe car" for me. No choice on my part. A used 1975 Volvo 245 station wagon, 120 hp, automatic transmission. Ugly, slow, safe. Quickly traded it on another Volvo, a 1965 P1800. More work, more fun. An '83 Plymouth Sapporo. Five-speed trans, 2.6 liter in-line 4, rear-wheel drive.
It was easy to work on - did all my own oil-changes. It moved along pretty well. With the rear-wheel drive, you could steer with the throttle in the snow. It died when the thermostat went and the aluminum heads cracked. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T28NxWtTeEM OK, i read through the list above of all of the first cars and I think that I win hands down for the absolute worst first car.
My mothers hand me down....wait for it......1961 black Rambler (Nash) station wagon! It had the state of the art, push button transmission shifting of course. With this car, I win, right? OMG!
My dad owned one of these. It was a POS, but it had fold down seats. My first wife (then girl friend) used to take it out the to the Blue Hills outside of Boston to make out. It was the worst car I have ever been in. You win hands down only because my dad owned the one I used. I didn't own a car until I got out of grad school. Bought a new 1970 Chevy Malibu Chevelle Coup. Had it 11 years and 132,000 miles. By then it, too, was a POS. I got it in the divorce settlement. My second wife saw it, but I never let her into it, it was sooo P. '76 Pontiac Bonneville...total POS lemon...maybe got 700 miles out of it before it totally died.
1952 Cheverolet Bel Aire coupe with Power Glide transmission - bought in 1964 for $75 from Brown's Chevrolet in Marblehead, MA. Literally driven by the proverbial little old lady who lived near Fort Sewall and only drove to Star of The Sea on Sunday to mass. She lived with her daughter and her husband, but wanted to stay independant so she kept the car. I can't remember her name for some reason - old Marblehead name - I'll remember it as soon as I post this.
Kept that car right up until the service, did my two tours in SEA and bought a '70 Plymouth 440 GTX for delivery in Boston. That was my second car. I sold that car as soon as I arrived in Alabama and bought a '70 Corvette which I still have - 16,000 original miles on it. 1965 Pontiac GTO convertible - 389, Carter AFB, 2-speed automatic, stacked headlights, hidden taillights. Spent every cent I had saved since childhood. Fast as hell, weak brakes. Wish I still had it!
1967 Lemans, 326, four-speed manual, AFB 4-barrel carb.
(Sigh) Another 66 Chevy Impala Super Sport: Burgundy, black interior with white convertible roof (when it was up). Low mileage, mint condition found by my father for $800 at our local service station. It took my brother and I top down cross country for the time of our lives. After we discovered Coors at that first gas stop in Iowa, we began calling it the "Prarie Schooner."
The comments make me concerned about our Maggie's demographics. We're a young, hip, groovy site, aren't we?
Perhaps you should consider changing the name of Maggie's to 'The Spit and Whittle Club", eh BD?
Just teasing. Great stories.
Mine was a 1976 Chevy 1/2 ton pick up, bought new. Automatic, 350, no frills except for the AM radio. Had an engine problem due to poor assembly at the plant, ditto with the rear end, but my brother is a gear head and we kept it running. Put about 270,000 on it and the tranny shot craps. Sits out in the trees west of my house. The plan is to restore it someday. 1970 Opel 1900 Sport Coupe. Fun car. I put fat tires on it and it was impossible to break it loose. Gas was, IIRC, $0.38/gallon for name brands.
1974 Austin Marina.
Mine made a mechanic of me in short order. I haven't seen one in over a decade. When cared for their natural habitat is backyards perched on orange crates otherwise they can be found languishing on flats. 1972 Fiat 128 sedan, in dark red. It was shorter than a VW Beetle, but as roomy as a midsized Detroit car of the era, with a huge trunk. A mere 49 hp from an 1,116cc engine, but it revved nicely and was sweet to drive. The handling and steering was exceptional for the day, and with front wheel drive and skinny tires it went everywhere in the snow, and got 32 mpg besides.
It was a fun, fun car with quirky features like a hand choke, and a hand throttle. Since it was a Fiat, you never knew what was going to break next. But when it worked, it was a fun, practical, lovable car that always put a smile on my face. 1966 Volvo 122S two door "Amazon"- forest green, four speed.
Rebuilt the carborators once then it caught fire from leaking gas. Got that fixed then T-boned at an intersection by some doped-up student. The kids tore off every switch on the dash. Loved it. The perrfect smart-ass, pretentious hippy car. 1961 Mercury Comet, white with multi-color, splatter interior. The Vomit Comet.
Nightmist blue 1967 Mustang fastback, with a 289 HiPo. Zounds, but that car was fun, but it had a real serious drinking problem, you could tell it had been made in the days of 25.9 cent gasoline.
A 1957 Chevy Belair. Four door. Push button radio. Bought in 1972 for $75.00
Kit car, a "Veep". 1945 military-style Jeep body made in the Phillipines with a custom frame that had mounts for a VW's axles and the engine in the back. I put a 1500cc '67 engine in there, got pretty good mileage before I had to smog it. You lost some passenger space in the back, but gained a nice place to put an oil cooler. Trunk was in the front. I used to say that I bought it from JC Whitney.
Great experience building it with my dad. I particularly loved to drive up next to a real Jeep at the light and watch for the look on the other driver's face when he realized the engine noise was coming from the back. It was great for exploring the California high desert. Never got stuck with all that traction in the back. Miss it to this day. My first car was a 1964 Pontiac Bonneville, 389 cu. in. -- I think about 300 horses or so. Wow, thanks for making me think about the car again. When that thing went into passing gear going 50 or 60 mph, the whole car lifted up and then took off.
My future wife and I loved the huge back seat. My first car was a 1965 VW beetle. Fontana gray. It had a gas gauge, but you still had to lift the trunk (in front) lid to access the gas filler. I bought it at University Motors in West Lafayette, Ind., on the day Charlie Whitman shot his way into history on that campus tower in Texas.
I put 100,000 miles on that car, which was a lot in those days, before I sold it. Best car for driving in snow I ever owned. My first car was a 1965 Buick Skylark, 2 door hard top, in Harvest Gold or some such color. It had a 300 v8 and a powerglide. I had planned on dropping a Buick 455 and turbohydromatic into it, but traded it to a friend for a 69 Camaro Z-28. Lord, I wish I had either of them back again.
1957 Pontiac Star Chief was my first, a real boat.
Second was a 1960 VW bug, what can be said. Third, 1967 Mustang, $2300 straight off the showroom floor. Fourth, 1968 Mustang, it was totaled when I bought it with only 53 miles on it, my Dad & I repaired it. Please, do not laugh (too hard.) 1976 Dodge Aspen R/T with the Super Pak option. This was a 360 cid engine pulled off the Dodge van assembly line (heavier rods and pistons) I'm sure it was the best car I ever owned.
1969 Dodge Coronet 440 and gasoline was 50 cents a gallon.
My first 'car' was a 1956 BMW Isetta. 600cc engine. Would come out of high school classes many times to find it on the side walk instead of where I parked it.
You guys had it good. 60 years ago I bought a 1936 Chevy 2-door sedan, color was once bottle-green. I was still 15 years old but gave the guy on the car lot $60 and drove it home. Might have had phony plates, but certainly no insurance. I liked it because (1) it was the first car my family ever had and (2) it was just as old as I was. My Mom made me park it until I could get insurance (I paid) and some driving experience with a neighbor riding shotgun. It lasted about 6 months before the Cream of Wheat in the works sludged up and the clutch died. It rests today in a junkyard on US 5 in Massachusetts.
1966 Ford Galaxie 500 2-door hardtop. The engine was blown, so the Old Man and I toured the local junkyards until we found a wrecked 1966 Fairlane GT and transplanted it's 390GT engine into the Galaxie. Zoom!
Unfortunately the oil pump failed and I blasted the engine all over a northeast Iowa highway while cruising sedately along at about 115. 1976 Ford Maverick with holes in the driver side floorboard. When the snow would melt my pants would get soaked and dirty. It was a chick magnet though.
Volvo P1800, red, and used. God knows how old it was. The brakes failed, and I crashed into a statue of Christopher Columbus. Interesting insurance claim.
Grey '64 Volkswagon with rotting floorboards. Passengers would get soaked every time I drove through puddles after a rain. And, being a Volkswagon, the battery was under the back seat on the (rotting) floorboards - occasionally, I'd have to stop to go back and pick up the battery. Best car I ever had:)
1976 VW BEETLE. Silver. Second dumbest thing I ever did was to sell that car. (Dumbest thing happened at the East German border in 1983) And yes, Beetles do float.
'61 Slate/Blue Dodge Pioneer. A boat with 1/4 inch thick sheet metal. It was built as fins were fading out, but it still had 'em. Bought it in 1969 for $50 or $100. Can't remember which.
When I drew #38 in the first draft lottery, I had a studio arts major fill that huge hood with a bright red, curlycued #38. 1958 pontiac 4 door hardtop black and yellow.
Lasted 2 months, great fun for $35. My very own first car was a 1965 Ford Falcon Futura hardtop. It had the hot 289 with a 4-speed on the floor and an aftermarket tach that the previous owner had installed.
It was the bird's egg green color with a black padded roof. I also installed a very cool set of head-rests on the two front seats. They were the kind that had two chrome rods coming from the round-roll-head-rest, out and down the back of the front seats where they were held fast by chrome brackets bolted to the seat frame. It was 1967 and I was a freshman in law school. My first car was a 1958 Mercedes Benz 180D, "inherited" (he had given up driving) from my grandfather. It was two-tone - black body with a cream colored top. I don't think I've ever seen another two tome Mercedes either before or since.
1984 Chrysler Laser Turbo - Black and very fast for the time, a really fun car to drive.
1938 Buick business coupe with straight eight and three speed manual transmission. A great car!
A 1962 Chevy II (also called a Chevy 2, later to be known as a Chevy Nova) sedan with stick shift. A piece of junk that GM came up with to start competing with the smaller imports of the day. To say that the Chevy II was thrown together at the factory would be a compliment.
I inherited the "family wagon," a 1973 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu station wagon, after it had taken numerous family trips (including all the way across country, east coast to west coast and back!). V-8, 350cc, puke green in color (the paint job did NOT age well), dubbed "the oversized green grocery gitter" by some of my buddies. I do recall fondly the nice "bed" made when the back seat was folded down though...it was definitely a party wagon!
1950 Plymouth Coupe. Started out pale green. Hand sanded and prepped it myself, and a family friend applied six coats of embassy red lacquer. Hand rubbed myself, replaced most of the interior. That trunk would hold over 30 cases of beer.
Another "old geezer" here, in fact so old that I can't remember the model year!
Ford Fairlane, I thought it was a '59, but after looking at some pictures it had to be like a '56. Got it for 50 bucks when I was 16 or 17. I didn't have a driver's license... drove it around the block once or twice, then foolishly left it parked out front through a hard Pennsylvania winter. Needless to say, the engine block froze and cracked, and that was the end of that! I'm only slightly less stupid now, when it comes to vehicle maintenance... 1963 VW Kombi ( the panel van with windows), with about 30K miles on her. The worst car ever made, according to car talk guys. I did put 3 other people in her and drive her all the way from Berkeley to La Paz, Mexico, over 1000 miles of dirt road back then. And I did it twice!
Ah, the good ole days. When people would buy two similar model junkers with the hopes of creating a single working vehicle.
Seems most of today's kids want the new car graduation present. 1951 Willys Jeepster, 6 cylinder. Had a lot of fun with it, even when the wiper motor failed in a rainstorm coming back from a fishing trip with two buddies. My buddies used fishing line to operate the wipers.
1976 Honda Civic - first car I purchased shortly before grad school.
When I brought the car home, my dear father who never, ever, used foul language or took the Lord's name in vain, took one look at it and said: "I fought the GOD DAMNED Japs during GOD DAMNED World World II and I'll be GOD DAMNED if my own daughter is going to drive a GOD DAMNED Jap car." Dad died on February 1 of this year. I miss him terribly. 1969 Sunbeam Alpine GT - a lovely touring car that was neat enough to turn heads, simple enough for this klutz to work on, reliable enough to take me (with some gentle coaxing) to the 125,000-mile mark when I gave it to a friend. Oy, but did it ever leak oil - from the show room to its final mile! Never could stop it. Wish I'd had a place to keep it, but I didn't. Such were the realities of a Navy life...
And why stop at "*the first*?" We've all had many... ahem... cars. Some of us may have had more cars than women.
My second was a nasty little bitch called a "Mustang II." 'Nuff said. You're being kind. I worked on the prototype and production models of the waste gate actuator for the turbocharger for that car. I can't decide whether "joke" or "disaster" better describe the project. The elastomer compositions and production were pathetic. The testing yielded failures that were routinely ignored. It's design flaws were almost completely obscured by the numerous production flaws." Awful, awful, awful time.
I bought a 1947 Mercury in 1967 and still have it and a 1931 Ford, a 1935 and 39 Ford pickups. I have my grandfathers 1937 Ford and his 1954 Ford
It was a circa 1967 Ex- South African Army Series IIa landrover bakkie. I got it in Jo'burg for about $4,000 US and drove it all over Namibia during my Fulbright year (1997). It was kept on and off the road by bush mechanics who I paid with goat meat. Gave it to one of them when I came home who had put half a dozen cannibalized parts from other Landies in there. My ex-wife called it Teddie, after Roosevelt, and his big stick was a Hi-Lift Jack.
Geez! It looks like a bunch of kids here, what with all the "Firsts" being 60's and 70's cars. My list, first with the 'learners', then my 'owners'.
First, learners; a WWII Jeep, 48 Chevy wagon, 54 Pontiac wagon w/a "Straight Eight", then licensed in a 55 Chevy wagon. Dad kept Mom busy with lots of kids, so the wagons. Then, the 'owners': My first, a 1950 Plymouth Station Wagon -great for the drive-in! then, not necessarily in order: 57 Ford Fairlane TuDor, 56 FourDor, 64 Buick LeSabre, 62 Austin Healy Sprite, 51 IHC pickup, 49 Chevy Shortbed pickup (Damn drunk rear-ended me into a tree!) 69 VW Bug, 64 Ford Fairlane, 72 Chevy Nova, 66(?) Chevy Nova... All of these between 1965 and 1974, wehn I got married. |