I’ve got my first car when I was 16. My grandparents couldn’t use it anymore, so they gave it to me for my birthday. I still have this car and I’m now 26. It’s an ’89 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra.
The car is falling apart. If I go between 55 and 65 mph the whole thing shakes. Pieces fall off like door handles and the pieces around the doors. The paint looks terrible. I’ve seriously considered spray painting a Superman sheild on the hood. It still runs though, and I used it all the way through college.
It’s been in a couple accidents, but hasn’t been fixed cause it wasn’t worth it. I always say that the dents just give it more character. It’ll be weird when I finally get a new car. I’m sure I’ll be so afraid of scratching it after not caring for so long. It has really been a good, dependable car and I’ll always remember what my first car was.
Dude you have an olds? that is awesome!
My first car was a 63′ Chevy station wagon. Now I know that doesn’t sound all that sexy, BUT… I stuffed a corvette motor in it with a four speed Hurst and posi-rear. Then I glued a brilliant blue shag carpet all through the back (leaving the back seat always down), threw in a few fuzzy pillows adn outfitted the car with bookshelf speakers from the house. For most high school girls, I was the guy their dad warned them about. For a select few lucky ladies… I was one helluva a great date!
Damn, Mr. Erth – That sounds like a sweet ride. And by sweet ride, I mean I totally wish I was one of those high school girls.
My first car was a Volvo 144 four-door sedan, in lackluster blue. It whistled like a teapot. The gearshift was like eighteen inches long, with a fat knob a the end. I never got laid in it.