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My first car was a 82 Plymouth Sapporo made by Mitsubishi HA! It looked like this...
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Mitspa
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bowharp
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Got my older brothers' car... Volvo S40, it came in "vomit green"
It honestly felt like I was driving a tank.....had many fond memories like driving over kerb and reversing into my parent's letter box.
Died on me a few times.
Good times. Sadly, missed.
It honestly felt like I was driving a tank.....had many fond memories like driving over kerb and reversing into my parent's letter box.
Died on me a few times.
Good times. Sadly, missed.
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atwhatcost
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How do you guys have photos of your first car online? I don't even know if I can find any photos of mine back in the 70's, once more know how to turn them into .jpgs. Yeesh! lol
So, I got my first car to go to college in 1974. Well, Dad bought it for me, but his goal was cheap enough but works. ($700) I named her Betsy after my mom, but once I got to know her better, Mom paled in comparison on the stubborn-meter. My car would not work at all if it was 10 degrees or colder, conked out at any given moment (including driving it on a highway), could barely make it up mountains in VA (I usually had my pedal to the floor going 5 mph by the time I hit the top), got from 0 to 60 in about that many minutes, and only if it was going down hill with the wind, and yet when I thought I was doing 72 mph, the state trooper clocked me at 93. (Oops, my first ticket, but I was proud it could go that fast. lol) I ended up calling it the Flinstonemobile, because the only thing between me and the road was the carpet glued to the floor. (Which taught me to stop stomping my feet when I was angry. lol)
It broke down enough to earn the old moniker for Ford -- Fix Or Repair Daily.
So, are you picturing my clunker? Not yet? Well, this is what she'd look like IF she were new, didn't have rust issues, didn't have dents in her bumper, and could actually get that cleaned and polished.
I kept telling Dad she was a classic, but he didn't get it until he sold her out from under me to a college student three years later and the guy quickly handed him the $250 while repeating, "Are you sure that's all you want?" Duh now!!!
I could have fixed her up when I became middle class three years alter. Yeesh!
So, I got my first car to go to college in 1974. Well, Dad bought it for me, but his goal was cheap enough but works. ($700) I named her Betsy after my mom, but once I got to know her better, Mom paled in comparison on the stubborn-meter. My car would not work at all if it was 10 degrees or colder, conked out at any given moment (including driving it on a highway), could barely make it up mountains in VA (I usually had my pedal to the floor going 5 mph by the time I hit the top), got from 0 to 60 in about that many minutes, and only if it was going down hill with the wind, and yet when I thought I was doing 72 mph, the state trooper clocked me at 93. (Oops, my first ticket, but I was proud it could go that fast. lol) I ended up calling it the Flinstonemobile, because the only thing between me and the road was the carpet glued to the floor. (Which taught me to stop stomping my feet when I was angry. lol)
It broke down enough to earn the old moniker for Ford -- Fix Or Repair Daily.
So, are you picturing my clunker? Not yet? Well, this is what she'd look like IF she were new, didn't have rust issues, didn't have dents in her bumper, and could actually get that cleaned and polished.
I kept telling Dad she was a classic, but he didn't get it until he sold her out from under me to a college student three years later and the guy quickly handed him the $250 while repeating, "Are you sure that's all you want?" Duh now!!!
I could have fixed her up when I became middle class three years alter. Yeesh!
so cute!! haha
@atwhatcost i don't think i have an actual picture of my first car. i'd have to dig through ancient boxes of negatives to see if i had one, and scan that in. i found a pic of an ad for an '81 Renault & posted that.
pretty sure most all of us are just searching for an existing pic of the same model. mine definitely never had a surfboard in it! i actually had a tomato plant growing in some dirt in the back floorboard though, at one time . . .
No offense taken...lol
yep, it certainly is, I suppose it really is an up-market version of the famous Austin Mini, the UK's "peoples car"...
It was the car featured in the film "The Italian Job" starring Michael Caine...
As my fathers work car he had a Bettle, but when us Post WWW2 kids became driving age he traded it for a Nova. His thought was us kids wouldn't survive a wreck in the bug. When it came time for me to own a car he sold me his nova. It must have been a 70s car. Thanks Dad.
That was my wifes first car too. She told me she loved that car. She told me someone ran into her and it would have cost more to fix than what the insurance was willing to pay.
So her next car was a 4 door hyundai. Which she had when I met her. I was such a bad back seat driver that she never wanted to drive when I was with her. That was fine with me because I didn't want her driving when I was around either...
Tell me about it. My wife's driving scares me to death. always has, and she's getting worse.
Every time she goes out alone, I fully expect to see a police car pull up in our driveway. It's already happened once when she backed into a parked car in a bank parking lot, and drove off. Someone got her tag #, and called the cops. Several accidents, and one completely totaled car.
Oh well, what will be, will be.
My wife grew up in the city, in L.A. I grew up in the mountains, in the Sierras.
My wife moved up to the mountains, where I met her, and she didn't change her driving style. She was following people down the highway by less than a cars distance when there would be a foot or more of snow on the ground.
She would use my truck to do grocery shopping and when I would notice new scratches and dents she would always say "didn't I already tell you about that?". Ummm, no, you sure didn't.
but for a first car it was not to bad... 
