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What was the first car you ever owned?
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Black 94 VW Jetta, manual transmission
The car would randomly shut off when I shifted gears, it was very dangerous and frustrating because the brakes and power steering would lock up until you popped the clutch to restart it. The muffler also fell off of it and I once had to drive around for almost a month with the windows open because the fumes would come into the car.
I loved that car.
Day glow orange 1980 Mazda GLC, manual transmission, 300,000 miles in when I got it. Max speed 55 with some heavy rattling.
I got that car in trade for chopping two cords of iron bark eucalyptus that had been cut down in my aunt’s yard.
Favorite car ever.
1993 green jeep grand cherokee laredo(automatic)
i had the opposite problem – the “heep” as i called it – randomly wouldn’t turn on unless i jiggled the shifter around.
when i bought the car there was a car phone (yes an actual car phone w/ a cord and all!) attached to the dash with a small ninja figure glued to it. i removed the non-working phone but kept the ninja on the dash, it was like my little guardian ninja.
i too loved my car..
another stick shift!
1985 Toyota Celica GTS.Blue leather interior and the driver side had this cool pump feature that would allow you to pump up the seat to support your lumbar.
’87 Acura Legend. Automatic. 195K in the end. A spaceship.
Good to be back today!!
DL95, 145, 165 x 5
Tabata Mash-Up Squat/DU mashup. 74 total.
Also, if you like mashups. Don’t we all like mashups? My dudes The Hood Internet at playing Webster Hall on Friday.
Jams: http://thehoodinternet.com/
VW Fox Station Wagon. I drove it cross country with my best buddy, Monique. The smudging stick that Monique bundled and hung from the rear view mirror did precious little to quell the stank of sweaty old clothes and mildew that we cultivated over that month.
That was a good car. Best I ever hed.
ps standard transmission. My best friend’s dad once said, “If you learn to drive on an automatic, you don’t know how to drive, you just know how to steer.”
That is a very nice photo of Ryan. It seems to have captured a certain kind of serenity, a moment of grace as it were, at the top of the lift. It’s almost as if the exertion of that effort has delivered him into a zone of utter and total calm. We often hear runners talk about meditative zones and highs during their long runs; I think what this photo captures is that such moments are also accessible during lifts, perhaps only in transient fashion, but they are there, nevertheless, if we just look, and try, hard enough.
Dark purple ’82 Camaro Z-28.
I fucking loved that car. I really thought I was so cool in it. I clearly remember softball practices where my friends and I would hang out around my car with the doors open and stereo blasting Snoop, thinking we were the shit. Eventually, we ended up making fun of the car and dedicated Adam Sandler’s “Piece of Shit Car” to it. What awesome memories!
My first “car” was a 1970 BSA A65T thunderbolt. It’s a British motorcycle I restored (restored in the sense that Frankenstein was restored). I LOVED riding it but decided to quit while I’m ahead and can still wiggle all my fingers and toes
P.S. Samir – what in the hell are you talking about??!!
’87 Ford Escort, powder blue, purchased for $1500. By the time I donated it, the driver-side door had to be bungee-corded shut.
Thanks for the warm welcome to the new Foundations folks last night – it was intense and awesome.
1997 baby blue Ford Ranger, standard cab (i.e. it only fit 2; 3 if they were skinny). Yep, I drove a truck! My dad used to load it down with bags of sand in the winter so I wouldn’t skid all over the place on the icy roads. I called the truck Rex.
VW Beetle, like a ’63. Paid $300 for it, had it a couple of years, standard shift of course. The thing needed a tuneup every month($18) and the muffler sounded like it was dragging a chain. Finally, when the horn beeped every time I turned the steering wheel, I brought it in to the mech. Broken chassis. The mechanic paid me like $200 for it, welded the chassis and sold it to some old guy.Fun times
Uh, Sameer, whatever you’re smoking, I want some:)
I have yet to own a car. I got that pesky Chronic Fatigue at age 16, so missed out on driving until I was older. I did spend an awful lot of time in my friend’s rusty orange volvo, bumping around with the heat on full blast and the windows open listening to music and going nowhere in particular.
Jack: I’ll share, but only if you spell my name correctly.
First car was a hand me down volvo. Ultimately drove it into a house. The house was actually fine, I pulled the frame off the tires and actually drove it home. It was totalled. I was sober when it happened. Led Zeppelin was on, I was 17, and on my way to girlfriends house. Driving too fast and missed a turn. The car handled like hell. I am a much better driver now!
I was about to write that I’ve never owned a car, a fact of which I am quite proud. But I forgot that in 1992, I spent the summer living in Santa Fe and working odd jobs (hostess at a restaurant; selling hotdogs out of a stand; personal assistant to a Buddhist monk–you know). My roommate and I bought a Subaru for $400. It lasted precisely the summer. Stick shift. The steering failed at the top of the Santa Fe ski mountain. So, driving down was kind of exciting. We sold it for parts.
First car was a 91 Saturn Sedan that I bought in 94. After a week of owning it the car needed a new transmission and battery. The horn would go off randomly on its own and would stay on for minutes at a time. Made a lot of enemies because of that.
The car would have to warm up for 15 minutes, even in the summer, to be driven without making an abnoxiously loud squealing noise. The air conditioning broke down a lot. It got broken into about three times. It broke down on the Verrazzano bridge once. It broke down on an abandoned road in the heart of South Carolina in the middle of the summer near a bunch of gator infested swamps. The driver side manual window got jammed and I did not have EZ-Pass. Made paying tolls awkward.
I am sure there were other problems I can not remember. I did not love that car at all at the time. Looking back it makes me laugh.
’87 or ’88 Honda Accord. Maroon. Stick shift. Hand me down from Mom. Eventually named Malice.
Perfectly functioning car other than, in its later years, a tendency to accumulate water in the sunroof which would cascade down upon me when I put the car in motion. There was no pattern to this tendency. Just every once in a while, WHOOSH! Cold rain water would hit me like a waterfall.
I eventually sold the car and heard the successive owner totaled it on a deer.
Red ’89 Honda Prelude, manual transmission. Loooved that car so much – how 15-year-old me never wrecked it driving it as fast as I did is a mystery.
‘ 85 (?) ’86 (?) Toyota Tercel silver hatchback. (5-speed) Manual transmission.
This was never really my car. It was a loaner from my sister who was at college. Since it was already used when she got it 2 years earlier, it had seen better days. The summer after I graduated from high school, the car had a problem starting. One afternoon I was nearly stranded, alone, in the middle of Trenton (where I was working with kids for the summer). This was pre-cellphone days, of course.
That car took a beating, eventually rusting through among other issues. Of course, I pushed it waaayy too far. But it was awesome!
Tam – my dad had a rule that my sister, brother, and I had to learn stick shift or else we would NOT get our driver’s license! He thought it was pointless to learn to drive if you couldn’t drive all cars. (What if there was an emergency?!) But I was always so glad I learned…and, yes, I feel much more like I’m actually “driving” – and having more fun – in a stick shift.
1973 ford maverick which my dad and I rebuilt almost completely. had a 302 v8 in it, I bought a holley 4 barrel carb from a friend and put that and an edelbrock intake on as my first project. painted it black, it was an awesome car. later sold it (for more money than I put into it) to a guy in a cowboy hat who had a gigantic belt buckle made from nickels and epoxy. he said he was going to turn it into a race car, presumably for dirt track racing.
Uhh..2002 Mazda Protege ES – standard, because it is more fun that way. Birthday present. Sold it last year in Massachusetts to a guy from Long Island (oddly enough).
The car was wonderful and had no issues minus that one regretful summer that someone forgot a groccery bag of hamburger meat in the trunk.. For a good week. Oh and the time someone hit me and ripped the front bumper off in one fell swoop and she (yes, her name was Regina) became the auto shop classes project and I got the repair done for free!
It pretty much solidified the rule of never owning an automatic, not to mention it handled great in the snow.
1947 Dodge paid $60 for it back in 1956 I was 17 then best car I ever had.They don’t make them like that anymore.
1983 Honda Civic, automatic transmission. Although it was my first car, my little brother actually drove it before I did. At 8 1/2, he went on a joyride around our neighborhood with his best friend and our dog.
I hate cars. I can’t bring myself to think about all the time and money I wasted on those evil things, and all the aggravation they caused me. Thank God for New York City. Hopefully I’ll never have to buy a car again.
Boy, that turned out to be an productive question.
Autophobe, I’m right there with you, however, as a teenager growing up in the sticks a car was absolutely crucial to one’s sanity. Even though I had access to one, I’m still not sure my psyche made it through completely unscathed.
Asta brought up car names. Mine was named Struggle Bunny, because it was cute, tiny and had difficulty on hills.
Malcolm, that’s adorable!
Never owned a car and doubt I ever will.
1972 Toyota Corona Mark II Wagon. White. Bought it from friend’s parents for $200 as 17 y.o.. Manual. Much use and degradation, er enhancement. Brown racing stripe down the hood was painted with the same stain and roller I was painting a porch with. Empties would rattle when cornering. Roof liner was removed animal-like by the group. Mom wouldn’t let me resell it- thought it not right due to brake pedal travel.
1975 Monte Carlo (baby blue) I was 17 and could barely see over the dash. I inherited it from my brother so it had a great stereo and smelled like pot.
I think Samir has been enjoying the happy plant.
85 Ford Escort, black with just shy of a 100k on it. Got it right before my senior year of HS, paid $1000 for it with money I made working on the beach the previous summer. Named it the “Suck Pump” because of a bumper sticker whose background color blended in so well with the car that it seemed to be a logo.
That car was freedom. My car, my insurance payment, my gas. No permission needed ever.
Died like 2 years later while my brothers were using , but I was already at NYU then and didn’t mourn it as much as I should have.
I loved that car.
Also I did the C&J affiliate workout tonight1: 2052: 2103: 215
First time cleans have felt good in months.
Active Recovery was great tonight!
’80 Honda AccordBeige180,000+ miles4 doors1/2 a floor0 brakesMy HS girlfriend’s dad forced me to junk it when he forbade said gf from riding in it.
Deadlifted 145x3x5Tabata mashed squats and double-unders.20 squats per round x321 squats in one rounddouble-under figures not even worth mentioning.
83 Honda Civic stationwagon, stickshift and amazing little engine that could take me ANYWHERE. Its name was Daniel (the name of the previous owner).
Damn, I’m late to this post but I have to join in anyway. 81 Pontiac T-1000, shit brown. Probably the worst car I have ever had, there was no love lost here. Freedom yes, but at a cost! Although I do remember fondly screaming down roads in the winter, cranking the wheel and slamming on the emergency brake in an attempt to break the 360 record (I made four full revolutions once and had to have my friends help dig me out of a snow bank).
Polka-dot 1973 Volkswagen Bug. Me and thirty of my clown buddies would cram ourselves in and head over to the roller rink to huff glue and chase clown-tail. Believe me when I tell you the lady clowns were easy picking once they saw all thirty of us climb out of that tiny car one after another.
Also, it was stick shift which really is the only way to really drive a real clown car. My cousin said so.
Through the effort to get things than effortlessly can get something that other people. A truth effortlessly can understand, understand and feel happy, but the temporary soon forgotten.