The transmisson was worn so I had to learn to double-clutch, which is actually easy once you've cracked it.
The window gaskets leaked so in a heavy rain water would collect in the floorboard, you woulsn't know until you hit the brakes and it woul rush foward. So I drilled some holes in the back floor to let it out.
What was your firsdt car ?
‘59mChevrolet station wagon. gift from my grandfather.
I had a little molded rubber sports car. It was just large enough that I could not get it in my mouth when I chewed on it.
I don't recall ever actually changing the engine oil. Just kept adding as needed.
‘65 Mustang 289, pretty well worn out by the time I got it. Paid $365 circa 1972 or so.
I loved that car. Still running as of last year.
Everything since has just been transportation.
1982 Nissan 200SX, By Datsun
55 Bellaire (in 67) ... just another car back then
My first car was a 1963 Ford Galaxy 500. My grandmother gave it to me. It had power everything.
1972 Nova SS, 350, 4 speed, no power steering, air shocks in the back to jack it up. It was that orangey-rust color that’s making a comeback.
Ford Fairlane that I got when my grandmother passed away. I had it painted baby blue, lol
my first car was a VW Bug! the cheapest “new” car around back then
wow, so many nice cars people had.
Mine was a white 1985 Ford Escort. Nothing to tell stories about, unfortunately.
1960 Dodge Polara. 360 engine, 4 bbl Holley, pushbutton shifter.
I bought it for $200 in 1968 when first married. It was back east, so it was salt-rusted out, esp around the headlights, so I did some bodywork, added springs and airlift, new seatcovers, add-on cassette deck, stripped of chrome to repair the rust luring under there.
That car started to look like the batmobile; but it really had some muscle and was a blast for me and my new wife to drive it out west where we belong. Promptly sold it and spent our meager savings on a 1968 Dodge Charger.
1951 Mercury 4-door with a flat head and three-on-the column in 1962.
It was given to me by the neighbor across the street. I would run ‘errands’ for him using the car. Always got a hell of a tip toward ‘gas money’.
I figured out later I was doing money drops fr the SoCal mob.
He was pretty annoyed when I didn’t want to go to work at his butcher shop as opposed to going off to college.
Those were the days.
A grey ‘61 Falcon. I could see the engine when I looked under the hood, and could make most repairs myself, and got so I could change the cheap retreads in the blink of an eye. Bought for $100 from a guy I worked with at Terminix back in the day in DC. Great car, great times.
Sold it when I went in the navy - long may she run!