March 11, 2005
my first car
In 1971, my father co-signed a bank loan for me to buy a fire-engine red 1968 Javelin, which was a sweet deal at $1,000. It belonged to a friend of mine who was shipping off with the Navy. I was responsible for insurance, gas and upkeep, plus paying back that loan in one year.
Do you remember the sense of FREEDOM you felt when you had your first car, one that belonged to YOU? Especially one that was fast, good-looking and a real pussy-magnet. No more begging the parents for the car keys. You had your own wheels and you could go when and where you pleased.
I loved that car. I paid off the loan on time and kept my insurance current because I had a job flipping burgers while I went to college. I also played guitar in bars on the weekends. But DAMN! Owning your own car was an expensive proposition, even back when gas was 26 cents per gallon.
That was my first dose of adult responsibility, especially after I got my first speeding ticket. But I thought I was hot shit at the time, so I moved out of my parent's house and started living on my own. That was another shock, as I discovered that meals didn't just appear by magic on the supper table and laundry didn't wash itself.
That was my SECOND dose of adult responsibility, and I still don't have a handle on that one today. But I loved my car.
I drove it for five years, put over 120,000 miles on it and sold it for $500 to a guy who drove it for at least another three years. I'm pretty sure that I saw the car broken down with the hood up on Lynes Parkway sometime in 1979. I might be mistaken, but it sure looked a lot like my first car.
It's strange... but I still dream about driving that thing.
First car 1954 Ford , yellow two door V8 with 55 heads. I owned a 68 Javelin, fire engine red , 327 engine, damn I loved that car.
Had a '69 Javelin SST. Loved that car. Pic here -
Scared the bejesus out of myself one early summer evening. Coming up a hill and on the other side I know I have over a mile of straight two-lane blacktop without driveways. So, naturally, I crest the hill at close to ninety, only to see a tractor and hay wagon turning onto the road in front of me . . . barely missed him and kept it on the road.
Next week, I traded it in on a hippie van. Had good times with the Van but I don't think about it much anymore. I still wake up from a recurring dream, however, in which I didn't sell the Javelin but stashed it away in a warehouse and until I get my first cup of joe, I'm still trying to remember where the phuk that warehouse is.
I was born in 1971.
It isn't too often anymore that I get to feel like a yung'un... thanks!
My first car was a red/white 1957 Ford Fairlane 500... Big T-Bird V-8, two four barrel carbs... Got about 9 to 11 miles per gallon! And gas was 19 cents a gallon! Because of my lead foot, I had more trouble keeping good tires on the thing than I did keeping the tank full. Ah, those were the days and I would love to have that car again!
1981 Oldsmobile Cutlass. I could've swore it was theft proof (only moron will steal it). It was stolen from my front drive way. Just trade in my second car for my current vehicle.
1985 GMC S-15 Jimmy.
With the anemic 2.8L V6 - you know, the same engine they put in the Citation X-11 and the Cavalier Z-24...
Did I mention it had a 7' Fisher plow???
It was the second-slowest vehicle I've ever driven (not counting tractors, forklifts, or U-Hauls...). Slowest vehicle ever goes to the 1986 Chevy full-sized pick-up with the 4.3L V6 my grandfather owned.
It took all day to get to 75 MPH. And once you got there, it burned gas at about 8 MPG...
1st was a '69 Impala SS, 427 CID, 4 spd Muncie, black top, black paint, black interior. Sweet lookin' car, broke down every friggin' week.
Only got 1 piece in the Impala.
Sold Impala. Bought Saab Sonnet III sports coupe. Was arrest-me-red in color. Littul Saab attracted lots of pussy.
Still have it.
If you're male and don't remember these three in vivid living color, you are dead.
OK, maybe females do too. But, I'm not female.
1. First sex
2. First car
3. First new car
1) In the woods behind my house. We were 16 (yeah, not very romantic, but I still want her again to this date.
2) 1976 Pontiac Ventura, little bitty 260 Oldsmobile V8 and a factory (rare!) borg-warner 5 speed). I sanded down the faded paint and repainted it myself. I had it for a few years and it made me ill to get rid of it.
3) 1997 Toyota Tacoma. Worst peice of shit I've ever owned. It was in the shop more than a f*ing Ferrari.
*Sigh* Live and learn.
Mine was a 1961 Volvo 544. Before you shout "yuppie scum!", this was a Volvo built when Volvos were Volvos, not Mercedes Benz wannabes. It had that rounded back like a 1942 Ford. The unsilenced intake of two side-draft carburetors made for fun noise, and the handling by the standards of the day was good. I wish I still had that thing...