This is a cool story.
It is an unwritten rule of life that your first car must be a beater, your second car is the one you wish you still had when you are 40.
My first car was a 1973 Chevy Vega. I leaked more oil than a BP well. I don’t know why they put an air conditioner on it but they did. If you were running the air and stopped at a stoplight, you had to put the car in neutral and give the engine some gas or the compressor would kill the engine. Back to the soil from whence you came, you dog of a car!
My second car was a 1972 Ford Mustang Mach 1, white with blue interior with a 351 Cleveland motor. That car would MOVE. And I intended to keep it when I got done with law school, but alas, I went to a Cub game on June 23, 1984. When I came back to my buddy’s apartment, it was GONE. I had to make a car theft report to Chicago PD after an extra-inning Cub game, and a stop across the street, if you know what I mean. (”You sure you parked your car here? All these streets look the same, you know.”)
Second was a 1959 Studebaker Silver Hawk..
Second was a 1959 Studebaker Silver Hawk..
BTW..does the rule apply to 1rst and 2nd wives as well? LOL
“It is an unwritten rule of life that your first car must be a beater, your second car is the one you wish you still had when you are 40.”
My father would love this. His first car was a ‘73 Plymouth Duster with the 198 Slant Six and a three-on-the-tree transmission. It was totally stripped. Vinyl seats, rubber floormats, no radio. Car was extremely reliable, but like all Chryslers of that era had terrific rust problems.
He replaced it with a new Dodge Charger (the Omni-based L-body one) in 1982, which he had up to 1997. A fun car, but a lot of Charger purists hate them.