First car memories

My first car was a 1965 Chevy Impala convertible. Loved that car! My parents wouldn't co-sign for me :mad:, so my brother-in-law did. I had a lot of adventures with that car. When I finally traded it in, I drove to the dealer and it died right there.
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I am 60 years old. In 1978, having just got my license, my parents let me drive their beat up 1969 Buick Skylark.

Because, at 17, I was a genius, I decided to see if I could take that car and break 100 mph.

So, early one morning, maybe 6AM, I took the car out, proceeded a long way down NJ's Garden State Parkway...and then, with no cars around, I floored the thing.

I got it up to 110 mph. The entire car was shaking! If I moved the steering wheel the slightest fraction of an inch, the car went nuts.

When it hit 110, I figured I should probably stop now, because the thing was clearly going to fall apart.

So, I backed off on the gas, slowed down...and then just quietly drove home.

But, my guardian angel, on the other hand, was taken to the ER and placed on a Pepto Bismol IV. My understand is that he was in rehab for several years.

By the way, 4 years later, when a family member was driving that car...all of a sudden, the engine literally just fell out of the car!
 
My first car was a 1965 Chevy Impala convertible. Loved that car! My parents wouldn't co-sign for me :mad:, so my brother-in-law did. I had a lot of adventures with that car. When I finally traded it in, I drove to the dealer and it died right there.
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I wish I still had mine! I didn't have the money to fix it back then but I'd definitely find the money now! I can't imagine what it might be worth today.
 
My Granddaddy died two weeks before my 16th birthday and I was given his '64 Ford Falcon with a "three on the tree".
I already knew how to drive a stick shift 'cause I'd been driving my Dad's old Ford tractor since I was probably 8 years old. It had a three on the tree too.
I'd carefully navigate Granddaddy's Falcon through the woods behind our house out to the pasture where I could roam freely and practice driving.
Within a year or so the Falcon was given to my Granny because she wanted to learn to drive. That was a trip.
Soon after my big sis and I bought a used '71 Nova which we shared for a while.
 
I am 60 years old. In 1978, having just got my license, my parents let me drive their beat up 1969 Buick Skylark.

Because, at 17, I was a genius, I decided to see if I could take that car and break 100 mph.

So, early one morning, maybe 6AM, I took the car out, proceeded a long way down NJ's Garden State Parkway...and then, with no cars around, I floored the thing.

I got it up to 110 mph. The entire car was shaking! If I moved the steering wheel the slightest fraction of an inch, the car went nuts.

When it hit 110, I figured I should probably stop now, because the thing was clearly going to fall apart.

So, I backed off on the gas, slowed down...and then just quietly drove home.

But, my guardian angel, on the other hand, was taken to the ER and placed on a Pepto Bismol IV. My understand is that he was in rehab for several years.

By the way, 4 years later, when a family member was driving that car...all of a sudden, the engine literally just fell out of the car!
That's hilarious! Reminds me of the times I take my mom's Buick deuce and a quarter to my girlfriend's house down a 10 mile stretch of torn up country road filled with big potholes. I'd get that baby up to 100 miles per hour and be skipping over potholes. Then one day the timing chain broke at high speed and the big tank coasted a good mile or two. Walked the rest of the way to give mom the bad news from a pay phone.
 

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