First Cars Thread

I got my sister's 1992 Chevy S-10 Blazer, and I still miss the car.

The first one I bought was a 1997 Honda Accord. It was amazing until that tractor trailer pushed it -- and me and my ex -- into a wall on our way back from college during Thanksgiving break.

 

A 1972 Dodge Dart, which was just 13 years old when I started driving it. It met its untimely demise around 1 a.m. one rainy night on Highway 63 north when I hit about two cows on the road after our Italian foreign exchange student and I saw The Firm at Kemper Arena in Kansas City. When I finally went to school two hours late, everyone moooed at me.

 

And they float.

(Not that I would have ever been in a situation where that capability would have come in handy. Heard it from friends. Really.)

 

A 1981 Reliant K Car. I was born in Dec. of 1982, so the car was two years older than me to begin with.

Took over it from my parents in 1998 who had bought it a few years previous as an emergency secondary vehicle.
It had been parked for about five years before that and had become infested with mice.
Although reportedly cleared out, whenever you turned the fan on you had to dodge the mouse shit that would fly back at you. Also could only have two electronic devices in operation at once. If it was dark out that meant the lights and then you had to choose between bad AM radio and mouse shit heat. If it was raining you were screwed because the wipers had a nasty habit of shorting out and starting fires under the hood.
Topped out at 144 KM/h. i know this because that's what the cop clocked me at and it wasn't speeding up anymore. the front end was all but hopping down the highway at that point.
Eventually blew the head gasket in spring of 2000. It was a happy day.

 

1978 Pontiac Astre, orange. Mom bought it for me for high school my senior year so my freshman brother and I had a way to and from. When I went to college, she sold it.

Fast forward 25 years: Ms. Slappy and I are talking about first cars. Hers was a 1978 Chevy Vega, orange. Same car, different brand.

 

1978 Mazda GLC 4-door hatchback, given to me by my parents when they bought a new car. Had plaid cloth inserts in the vinyl seats. The driver's door was the only door that could be opened from the inside (which was great on dates.) I've had motorcycles with bigger engines. 0-to-60 in about a year, but could squeeze 40 mpg out of it on the highway. Completely trashed at 64,000 miles.

First car purchased: 1980 Chevy Citation (not the hatchback!), bought in '86 with 77,000 miles on it. Sometimes I couldn't get 1st and 3rd gears; sometimes I couldn't get 2nd and 4th. Would vapor-lock at inopportune times (mostly at 60 mph on a highway 60 miles from nowhere in the middle of the night.) Ditched it 18 months later with 111,000 miles.

Best friend in high school totaled two VW Bugs and walked away from both. Tremendously underrated car.

 

Story please.

 

1963 Chevy Impala, V8 283 2bbl. Got it for my birthday in January 1970. My dad paid $400 for it. Painted it dark green, bought chrome reverse wheels with baby moon hubcaps. Interior was black. It was way cool. Only had it for about 2-1/2 years. Wish I still had it.

 

Remember. There's nothing funny about vapor lock. </joenamath>

 

Frank, you did much better than me. I had a 1966 Dodge Dart in 1985. The car was two years older than me. But it was a big beast -- it could hold six people, the trunk was giant, and there were compartments (even little vents with doors, IIRC) where one could stash beer. Not that I would ever do that. ...

Well, I was at least a responsible designated driver. A beer or two might have gotten into the vehicle, but I wasn't the one imbibing.

Total shitbox of a car. Yet it was a great car.

 

Paid my grandma $500 for my 1979 Buick Skylark, a whale of a machine. Sold it a couple years later, when I inherited my mom's 1987 Chevy Cavalier. Drove that puppy past 200K miles before handing it off to my little sister and buying a 1983 Nissan Sentra ("The Silver Bullet") from my future father-in-law for $350. Drove it till it was on its last leg and took over my wife's 1998 Ford Escort, which I'm still driving, when we bought her a new car.