Remember your first car...

[dirtycarol]

I mean the one you could call your own. Maybe you saved and saved for it, or maybe mom and dad gave it to you, or helped you get it. The one you were responsible for, kept it clean and put gas in it...

Mine was a 1962 Chevy BelAir sedan six cylinder, nothing special really. Light blue and white, a $100.00 car then, but it was mine! I paid the insurance, put gas in it, and washed it on Sundays. I miss that car.

Let's reminisce a little...Remember yours?..And how special it was to you?

 

[NippleMuncher]

I don't remember much about the car, other than it had a hell of a back seat!

My first "car" that was all mine was the brand new '95 GMC Sierra pickup. Everything before that were "family" cars, this truck mine all mine! I sold her about 10 years ago and I still miss her.

I do recall a '64 Dodge wagon that was a kick in the pants to drive and technically my 1st car, since it is what I learned to drive in. Lots of good memories with that one.

 

[Eilan]

Deleted. Saw OP's GB posts. Not someone I want to associate with.

 

[dirtycarol]

I didn't loose my virginity in my old Chevy, and I don't ever remember being in the back seat having a good time, but the front seat got a workout from time to time! It was a nice big bench seat with plenty of room for the activities of a curious and willing sixteen year old girl and a friend.

 

[NippleMuncher]

I lost my virginity in that car, and it did not have a hell of a back seat!

I don't ever remember being in the back seat having a good time, but the front seat got a workout from time to time!

I was teasing about the back seat. The little Mazda I drove at the time didn't have a very spacious back seat, so we opted for the flat reclining front passenger seat. The old Maverick she drove required the use of the backseat, but I think we only tried that once. We had other places we could take advantage of, so the car option wasn't used but a few times.

Now if you want sex in a vehicle in comfort and style, the back of a pickup with a nice cushy bed is the place to be. The only thing better would be a motorhome, which basically is like fucking in your house, so there isn't much of a "naughty" factor there, which can make things all the better. Being naughty, I meant.

 

[dirtycarol]

I was teasing about the back seat. The little Mazda I drove at the time didn't have a very spacious back seat, so we opted for the flat reclining front passenger seat. The old Maverick she drove required the use of the backseat, but I think we only tried that once. We had other places we could take advantage of, so the car option wasn't used but a few times.

Now if you want sex in a vehicle in comfort and style, the back of a pickup with a nice cushy bed is the place to be. The only thing better would be a motorhome, which basically is like fucking in your house, so there isn't much of a "naughty" factor there, which can make things all the better. Being naughty, I meant.

About the time I started driving, dad bought an old Pontiac sedan, like a 1947 or something. I swear you could live in that thing, it was that big inside!

 

[NippleMuncher]

That is the way that old Dodge wagon was. You nearly had to pack a lunch if you were going to hike from one side to the other. That thing was a big ol' boat, and just floated across the bumps and dips. Fun to drive, eyesore to be caught driving!

 

[avrgblkgrl]

I was seventeen when I moved to the states and had not given driving a second thought. And, after several lessons, my father felt that I needed a solid car. My first car was a 1988 900 Saab Turbo, red with a skylight. I hated it at first. I wanted a Miata. But, I guess I was more of a Saab type than the cute little two seater type after all. I kept that car forever. I cried when I gave it away. It was still running well...in my opinion.

 

[dirtycarol]

I had a Volvo for a while, I really liked it, but it took my husband awhile to figure out Swedish engineering.

 

[LimoAndPizza]

My dad bought me an old beater of a '66 Mustang. We rebuilt the engine together and gave it a nice make over on the outside. I loved that car. It was a sad day when I sold it, but at the same time it was great because I was about 25 and I sold it to a 15-year-old kid and his dad. I hope they got some good memories out of it.

 

[rbone04]

Mine was a 1969 Jeep CJ-5. It looked like a complete pile of shit. Flat black paint job over amateur bondo work. No top so it got rained in weekly, and trashed bucket seats with only lap belts that pushed the bounds of unsafe... Not because of the seat belts, but because a tetanus booster was essential if you didn't want to die.

Nonetheless, I fucking loved it. The money pit that it was, I constantly struggled to improve it's cosmetic abomination but little effort was noticeable. Despite that, it ran like a dream from startup through all three o) gears. I couldn't get it stuck if I wanted to off road, and it could pull a 100 year old oak tree out by the roots. My mom hated it though. She was terrified and made me sell it after about 9 months.

 

[jehoram]

Let's reminisce a little...Remember yours?..And how special it was to you?

My first car was a Buick Special, mid-1960's vintage, with a V8 engine in it. Way too much engine for that car. I remember it being mostly a pain in the ass since the aluminum heads were always prone to warping. Not Buick's greatest car.

The next car, and the one I really loved, was a VW Beetle. Again, aluminum engine, and this one was as underpowered as the Special was overpowered. But it was such a kick to drive, and it was as reliable and fuel-efficient as any car of its day. Truly a driver's car.

 

[DeeJay2609]

My first car/vehicle was a 1963 Minivan (ex Automobile Association), no back seat but a lot of space to place a matress.

 

[dirtycarol]

My first car/vehicle was a 1963 Minivan (ex Automobile Association), no back seat but a lot of space to place a matress.

You mean a VW van? I always wanted one of the old ones with the pop-up camper roof!

 

[LongPenStroke]

My first car was a 1969 Opel GT with no floor boards. I had to put boards on the floor to keep my feet from hitting the ground. If I went too fast the boards would fly up. Yes, it was a bit dangerous.

Also had to watch when it rained, if you hit a puddle too fast the water would spray up.

My father promised me a new car when this one died, so I would take it out and put it in first gear and red line the RPMs, but the damn rotary engine just wouldn't give out. I would purposely grind the gears, and it still ran.

Finally the clutch plate went out on it, and my dad told me I didn't need a new car since I was leaving for the military the following week. Talk about bad luck.

 

[dirtycarol]

I remember those little Opals, they were sexy things for a while.

 

[Scotsman69]

Mine was a Mini van too...

A grey Morris Mini van to be precise. DSC 320C... funny that I can remember the registration number, forty-four years after I bought it. There was plenty of space in the back...

My first car/vehicle was a 1963 Minivan (ex Automobile Association), no back seat but a lot of space to place a matress.

 

[midwestyankee]

1968 SAAB 96 with the V-4 Ford tractor engine. I think I got somewhere around 35 mpg as I had to refill (10 gal. tank) only once per trip from Buffalo to Maine. IIRC, it had about 75K on the odometer when I bought it for $800 and about 300K when the body finally gave out about 5 years later. Yes, that's lots of trips between Buffalo and then Chicago and Maine. It was ugly, functional, and cheap to operate. What more could a poor but stingy grad student want?

 

[NippleMuncher]

If I told you I drove a shitwagon, you wouldn't believe me, so I took pictures for you.

 

[SailorJerry]

My first car was one of these, 1976 Triumph Spitfire. Except mine was blue. Ah, the women I drove around in that thing.....

I think I got my first BJ while sitting on the trunk of it, in the middle of a city street, late at night. I was king.....

 

[dirtycarol]

I remember the commercials for those.

 

[desertslave]

I turned 16 in 1976. My first car was a '64 Buick LeSabre...54K miles on it, baby blue but matte (sucked polish and never spit a drop of shine out). I got it from my godmother for $400, and she threw in the snow tires. She'd literally only driven it to church or the supermarket for years.

It was a love-hate relationship. All my friends had cool cars and I had this weird clunker. It would break down as such an old car should, and leave me stranded in weird places. BUT a boy a few years older moved in next door, and we spent hours fiddling with it. I learned how to change oil and filters myself, adjust the timing, make it run as perfectly as possible (and got a few kisses, too). I cruised all over the east coast in it, did a few street races (and mostly won), and managed to put nearly 200,000 miles of my own on it before it was retired due to extreme rust. The engine still purred, but it was finding daylight in way too many places. (Friends took bets on when the gas tank would just fall out. Sheesh!)

Until we bought our Honda Fit four years ago, I'd been dissatisfied with every other car I had, after my "first." They drove fine, some handled better, most got significantly better gas mileage, but it just wasn't the same.

Once in a while I look on car finder sites. I get a kick out of seeing something like my old rust bucket that's now worth 4X what it sold for originally. Oh to have another big Buick. <sigh>

 

[stucknut]

Mine was a 1976 Chevrolet C10 pick up,250 inline 6 with 3 on the tree.

 

[avrgblkgrl]

I was seventeen when I moved to the states and had not given driving a second thought. And, after several lessons, my father felt that I needed a solid car. My first car was a 1988 900 Saab Turbo, red with a skylight. I hated it at first. I wanted a Miata. But, I guess I was more of a Saab type than the cute little two seater type after all. I kept that car forever. I cried when I gave it away. It was still running well...in my opinion.

I had to look back at this post. Life was so easy then. Someone asked me if that car was good on gas just the other day. You know, I couldn't remember. My dad gave me a gas card and I didn't give it a second thought.

Life was hella easy

Am I giving my son a gas card?
Nope.

 

[loquere]

Yup, it was a lightly used 1984 Toyota Corolla, a shade of red that I can't translate.