What was your first car? What happened to it?
I'd like to hear from all of you to find out what
everyone's first car was. If you're like me, it
wasn't a classic at the time, but is now.
I guess I'll start off. Mine was a 1970 Buick GS
455. Dark green with white vinyl interior,
automatic in the console, air, etc. I drove it for
several years and sold it for $1000 to put down on
a 1982 Datsun 280ZX. Who knew?
everyone's first car was. If you're like me, it
wasn't a classic at the time, but is now.
I guess I'll start off. Mine was a 1970 Buick GS
455. Dark green with white vinyl interior,
automatic in the console, air, etc. I drove it for
several years and sold it for $1000 to put down on
a 1982 Datsun 280ZX. Who knew?
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I bought the 72 for $700 and one week later crash it. The engine and body were beyond repair. Two weeks after the accident, I bought the 70 for $50. The body and engine were in great shape, but the rear end was shot, as was the front axle. My father, my cousin and I dragged it home and began to build Frankenstein's Monster. We managed to put together one good car out of the two wrecks.
It had a push-button start on the dash, a hole in the floor on the passenger side, and a heater control valve that liked to spit boiling hot water on my right foot every now and then. Top speed was 50 mph, and that was only if you were drafting behind a big truck.
I drove it for two years, and gave it to my brother. He drove it for another two years, and sold it to a friend of his. I heard it finally went to the junk yard in 1987.
"Clyde" taught me more about mechanics than any school ever could.
I drove it for 3 years, bought another MG (a 1969 MGC) before I sold the A. My father-in-law (future, then) made fun of my $1000 price on the A but was surprised the day I sold it and the guy who bought it passed him on the road on the way home!
Of all the cars I've had (11 from age 16 to 26), the MGA is the one I want back....just wait until I get the kids out of the house!
My first car was a 1955 Studebaker President two-door hardtop, stickshift 289 V-8 with overdrive. Good-looking car, pretty quick for its time (as good as a '55 Chevy 265 V-8)...sold it when I tore the differential off its mounts hitting a Manhattan pothole at a high rate of speed.
I'd like some advice and help and don't know if I should open a new topic or not. What I'd like to do is to find an easily adaptable power door lock system to put in my son's Jensen Healey. It needs to be sliding locks, not plunger locks. The throw on the slider is about an inch and a half, maybe a little less. I was thinking some of the custom street rodders might have an idea of which cars to rob in the boneyard--hondas, toyotas, Nissan? What do you think?
Hal
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It was white, with panels cut out of the bed sides to make storage cubbies, because it'd been used to haul a camper around. It had the horn on the dashboard, and the windshield washers on a foot-stomp-squeezebulb, and the backup light on a switch...I'd turn the backup light on at the bank, and remember to turn it off at the gas station! It didn't have dash lights, and I had to turn on the dome light to see how fast I was going at night -- until one night I was fiddling with the switch and presto! I had dashlights!
It had a 254 straight-6 that burned oil by the gallon, and a 3-spd on the column, and I got passed by bicycles off the line! The first summer, it ate THREE engines (the mechanic warranteed the first one, the fool, and the other two were under warrantee!) and the repair yard traded it straight across for a 1977 Oldsmobile Omega with a 350-4bbl. Talk about a blah-mobile!
I wish I still had my old crappy truck, too!
I didn't get this car until late into my Junior year in H.S. because I was a bit of a lazy [non-permissible content removed] and didn't really aspire to independent mobility the way that my borther and most of my friends did. I didn't want to work summer jobs I'd rather ride a bike to the beach.
When I first got this car I was total stoked with it. I could load up all my friends in it to go anywhere we wanted. Soon after I discovered this wasn't such a good benefit since all my frineds always wantd me to drive whenever we went anywhere. Every other time usaully conceeded to their demands.
I drove this car for only about a year and a half but I certainly made my mark on its life. I wish now that I'd been a little more sympathetic to its age and treated it a little better. The car still resides in a barn on my father's property and is currently awainting "restoration" should its day ever come.
I do love this car and have many found memories surrouding this car. Three on the tree with total syplicity in it's straight six. I plan to restore this car and drive it another 100k+.
Miss them.
The year was 1965. I was 16 years old working in a gas station when it limped in one day.
The fuel pump was leaking badly. The old man had had enough! I gave him thirty five dollars for it!
Bought a rebuilt pump for seven dollars and the thing ran!
He was the original owner and the car had only 50,000 miles on it.
But, alas, he had never changed the oil!
Sold it because I couldn't afford the insurance at the end of the summer for 125.00.
It did cart us back and forth to the beach lots of times.
The scary day was when the Watts riots broke out, I lived about 30 miles away. My buddy and I were driving the old Chevy and could see smoke from the fires in the distance and decided to drive over there to see what was happening.
This was a BAD idea! Long story, but we got a police escort out of there!
Ah, memories!
Cruising was the big thing back then. Redondo Beach, Hermosa, Palos Verdes. These were our haunts.
These areas are still nice. San Pedro is beautiful and cool in the summer.
But...I wouldn't want to move back!
I learned to drive in it when I was 11 yrs old. My Mom taught me, down in the "back 40"
That little sucker would take me anywhere, as long as I didn't want to cruise at more than 38mph!!
Drove that Jeep 'til about '74 when I got my 1st sports car, a '69 TR6. Ahhh,, Royal blue, wire wheels, Michelins, dual carbs. And a rusty frame, which after a while made front end alignment impossible!!
Someday I'll have another one, and immediately mount the seat 4" further back so my knees will go under the steering wheel!!
slushbox. Used to remove the air cleaner assembly to generate a little engine noise. Traded on my first new one, at '68 Mustang (200ci six, 3 speed).
I loved that car because it was a classic convertible and I got a lot of compliments on it. Otherwise, it was a nightmare to balance those carbs every weekend, deal with Lucas electronics, and the hydraulics were terrible! But, I would love to have that car back.
After fixing the brakes, I began driving the car to school. Imagine the stir it caused when I showed up at school with a big, long car that looked like an upside-down bathtub. No one had seen anything like it! I revved the engine a few times in low and everyone applauded. I didn't know why until later when someone told me that my front wheels came off the ground with each rev. The shocks were so bad that the car was bouncing so much it lifted the front wheels. I soon discovered that I could grab the front of the car and bounce it by hand and make the wheels come off the ground. Boy, was this car fun!
More rumors of "The Weird Car" spread through school when it was discovered that the Nash had seats that folded down to a full-sized bed. The other guys never understood why girls liked my car over their sporty Mustangs and Corvairs. The interior was huge. While others were trying to set the record for getting the most people in a Volkswagen, I was setting the record for getting the most Volkswagens into a car.
My Nash was (under)powered by a small flathead six. I once tried to race a VW Beetle and was left in its dust. To add insult to injury, the other driver didn't even know I was racing him. The Nash, on a good day (tailwind), would make 0-60 mph in 30 seconds. Top speed was 67. I tried several times to make it up the ramp to the interstate but the Nash would conk out. Only by blowing into the gas filler tube would the car restart. I finally traced the problem to a bad fuel pump.
I learned much from my first car. I did all repairs myself, including U-joint replacement, brakes, tune-ups, exhaust pipe repair with a tin can and hose clamps, and even wheel alignments using a piece of string. An accident destroyed the driver's door. I bought a replacement from a junk yard for $4 and installed it myself. After driving my Nash for 18 months, I sold it for $50, twice what I paid for it. Then for $70 I bought my second car...a 1953 Studebaker. Today I drive a 99 Mitsubishi Diamante. It's everything the Nash wasn't--smooth, quiet, powerful, very reliable and bought new. I still do all of my own maintenance, including wheel alignments with string.
Got from a dead family friend when I was 16. 450 cc V-8, hideaway headlights that didn't work, but they looked so cool I used a wrench to put them up and down everyday and night. Fast as hell. The mechanic threw a rod, claimed he was "at the gas station." Uh-huh, right. too bad. it was the car everyone else at school loved to hate. Had it from 1986 to 1987.
Wouldn't worry. It was probably long ago melted down and re-formed into a Corolla.
Now chop the roof, and replace it with a soft-top held on with stud fasteners, that let go at about 45 mph (which felt like 65!).
It looked like a mutant saab 99 from the back-woods, but it was a convertible and my buddy and I had a blast that summer. Remember, this is a Scottish summer we're talking about here.
I got pulled over for speeding one time, and the cop laughed so much when I told him I was trying to beat the rain-storm, that he let me off, and helped me push-start it when it stalled on me.
Bought it for pocket-change, cost nothing to run (cheapest insurance I ever paid!), sold it after 5 months at a profit, to an enthusiast (read: nutcase) who stripped it down and restored it.
My friends back in Scotland tell me they still see it around now and then, sporting a vw yellow paintjob these days.
Unlike the rest of you, I really wouldn't want to own something like that again. Fun at the time though.
$550 for in 1981. It was a 350 automatic, with rally wheels and an 8-track tape deck (remember those?). My fondest(?) memory of it was in the winter of '82, when I went "exploring" on a back road. I went up a slight incline when the car started to slide (oh yeah - the car had no snow tires!) I tried backing up, to no avail. I then decided to make a U-turn in a field of snow. I turned and WHAM!! What I thought was a flat field was a big ditch filled with snow! It took my cousin, his friend and me 4 1/2 hours to get that sucker out of the ditch. We were completely covered in mud. I didn't do much exploring after that. The car had a bad transmission, bad shocks, and an exhaust system that was rusted - the muffler would scrape the ground on dips. I kept that car for about a year, when may dad (he HATED that car!!) thought I should get rid of it. I traded it for a '74 Mustang II (BIG MISTAKE!!
I HATED THAT CAR!!). I do miss that Pontiac. I wish I had used the money to fix it up instead of buy that miserable Mustang.
It's funny, since I live in the Nations Capitol I am no fan of driving. But I still dream about the first car I ever had: a 1969 Plymouth Valiant, blue, 2 door, with a slant v6 engine. My friends kept calling her the "blue bomber" so I decided to name it after a real one: The Enola Gay.
Assorted memories include:
Once, I crammed nine drunken people into that baby! I was the designated driver and we just spent the evening dancing in Georgetown. A cop pulls me over on Rte. 66 and after going through all of the preliminaries asks me if I've had anything to drink this evening. No sir, I replied. He took one look (and one whiff) of my passengers, determined that I was performing a public service, and waved me on down the road. "Just don't let me catch you with that many people in a Valiant again, son. That's too nice a car to abuse like that!"
I pulled into a gas station and was filling up my tank when a young grease monkey came out and started drooling over my car. Now, I'm a 17 y.o. punk who knows almost nothing about cars. He offers me $500 for it. Nope, I say. $1000? No way, I laugh. $2000?? My jaw dropped. I asked why on earth would you buy this car for that amount of money? He explained that he was into amateur stock car racing and if he had my car he would smoke everyone on the track. With that engine? I asked. No, he replied. He'd rip it out and put in a 450 V8. He popped my hood and showed me how much room there was under there. He also gave me a nice tour of my engine, which was really nice of him. Never sold him the car, though.
I don't knw what ever happened to that car. Sold it to a friend who ultimately traded it for a bike. He was probably better off. Anyone else out there ever have a Crosley??
Having not learned my lesson, I bought a '89 Daytona Shelby Z...spent a fortune maintaining that beast too!
Reply Mr. Shiftright to my E-Mail if you wish Diazodok@aol.com
Yes, Crosley raced at LeMans in 1951 and nearly won its class...it did win Index of Performance at Sebring, however (the Hotshot again).
When Grandma lost her license, Dad figured that 12 year old Plymouth with 28K miles on it was steal. Complete with bench seats, dashboard lever shift and a flathead six, I took a bus to Redondo Beach to drive it back to SF over the grapevine ( with the moon & stars shining bright) and despite following Dad's instructions (well almost)the engine seized just past the summit...in the snow.
Dad felt so guilty for forcing this ugly beast on a teenage son that he had the engine rebuilt and allowed me to trade it to my older brother for a bashed up 62 beetle. 1967 San Francisco & Vdubs. Some memories survived!!
The '86 Dodge was basically a prototype for the Lebaron GTC convertibles that emerged a few years later. It sported a "Mercedes imposter" body and badging, and had the 2.2 liter turbo 4 with a very tight suspension. I'll never forget all the fun I had in that car. (Even with top down, and all that cowl-shake, it was good to about 120 MPH.
So where is the car? The car was given to my older brother for his college graduation. (I got a '91 Lebaron Convertible.) My brother finally replaced the car last week with a Volvo C70 convertible (and a week prior, my Lebaron was replaced with a new Corvette Convertible)...We are putting the '86 Dodge into storage so that it can be taken out for our children to use on their driver's tests and dates! Maybe the plastic-wood interior and gaudy 80's LED gauges will be back in vogue by then!
That's right, I forgot, Chrysler made the flathead until 1959, which means a resurrected auto mechanic from 1919 could have fixed it, no problem. I don't think a mechanic from 1959 could fix a 1999 car...I don't think a mechanic from 1999 can fix a 1999 car for that matter...how did I get started on this?
why do I remember this car so well? I loved it!!! I named it "Walnut," and put in a wooden steering wheel and an a wooden gear shift knob on it. I had never driven a stick shift before. The first time I drove it, it took about 20 minutes to go three blocks (I was on a slight hill). But once I learned, there was no turning back. I was 17 years old then, right out of high school, and ready to take on the world !!
I put over 300,000 miles on that car -- went through 2 engines and 3 clutches !! I finally reluctantly sold it in 1986, because by that time, I had a daughter and didn't think it was a safe enough car for a child.
The reimergance of the Volkswagon Beetle is great. I would love to have one again, to see if I could recapture the magic !!