If you drove to school, do you remember

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I had to run to catch it every day. Bless the driver's patient heart.
 
My senior year (1965), my dad bought a 1955 Dodge station wagon for $100 from a neighbor. It had a Police Interceptor engine in it and guzzled gas like there was no tomorrow. Gas was 25 cents a gallon.

I had the car because my mom had gone back to work and someone had to pick up the younger kids and get them to dance lessons, Girl Scouts, etc after school. That was me, but I had one hour before I had to pick them up so I "cruised" with my friends.

The guys loved to look at the engine.
 
jujube said:
My senior year (1965), my dad bought a 1955 Dodge station wagon for $100 from a neighbor. It had a Police Interceptor engine in it and guzzled gas like there was no tomorrow. Gas was 25 cents a gallon.

I had the car because my mom had gone back to work and someone had to pick up the younger kids and get them to dance lessons, Girl Scouts, etc after school. That was me, but I had one hour before I had to pick them up so I "cruised" with my friends.

The guys loved to look at the engine.
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My sister got a 2cv when she was 19. My dad made it from 2 2cv's he got at the dump. A fabulous car it was, also called a duck. Truck drivers would at times throw bread on the street: feed the ducks. You could roll up the roof.

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I guess I should qualify myself.

I lived very rural when I was growing up. You either rode the bus, or you drove to school. Almost all of the Farm kids had some sort of beater. They drove to school because, when school let out, they had to get right home and start farm chores. Riding the school bus could mean an extra 30 to 60 minutes before they got home from school.

When I was 16, I moved out of my school district and I did not want to change schools. That’s how I ended up driving to school every day for my junior & senior years.

I slid in the ditch one winter in my junior year with that Comet lol lol Itwas a pretty big ditch that I had to crawl out of. In those days, you could get out of your car without getting run over. somebody would stop and help you without trying to abduct you; at least in my area of NE Ohio.

Much has changed since the early-mid 60s.
 
A Green 1952 Dodge Wayfarer that I bought from a little old lady who lived in a trailer park for $65. It had 3 on the column with fluid drive so you could let the clutch all the way out when the car was stopped and it gear and it wouldn't stall. It burned oil like crazy. I'd always keep a couple of quarts of the cheapest I could buy in the trunk.

When I'd stop for gas I would go ahead and add one quart without even checking the oil level. Then I'd check it to see if I needed to add another one. I got it all the way up to 84 miles per hour once. That was all she would do. When I did the back window was completely blacked out from the oil smoke. That old straight 6 only got 12 miles per gallon but it kept on running. I ended up selling it for $100. The only car I ever made a profit on.

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First car I drove to school was a rusted out Buick Lasabre, I bought the car when I was 15. I had no license but started driving it right away, I got away with it for a while but eventually the principal found out and told me if I drove it to school again he would call the sherrif.
 
Like some others, I walked to school; didn't get my first car 'til after I graduated. Just as well: even if I had been able to get a car, it would've been a really old one and the kids at my high school were used to getting either brand new or 1-or-2-year old cars on their sweet 16th birthdays, so I would've been laughed out of the student parking lot.
 
officerripley said:
Like some others, I walked to school; didn't get my first car 'til after I graduated. Just as well: even if I had been able to get a car, it would've been a really old one and the kids at my high school were used to getting either brand new or 1-or-2-year old cars on their sweet 16th birthdays, so I would've been laughed out of the student parking lot.
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Wow. That's so crazy. It's the opposite here. My son's friend's parents are very rich, huge house, huge car. I had to stand up to help that boy cause he was made fun of for being rich and not by a poor kid, but one slightly less rich. Just jealousy, but instead of shaming the poor they shame the rich here.
 
High school 11th. & 12th grades were only 1/2 day due to a new program called D E Distributive Education. School in the morning & work in the afternoon at a job leading to a profession. Made enough money to help out at home & buy a 1954 Ford sunliner convertible.

https://auto.howstuffworks.com/1954-ford-crestline-sunliner-convertible.htm

Had no problem with getting dates.

And a funny story.
One day my mother wanted to drive my car. OK no problem or at least until we got to a 4 lain road. There she wanted the top up. As the top clicked in place the liner on the left side where I kept condoms flexed a little dropping the condoms on her lap.

Surprised she asked what are these? I calmly said those are so you don't get grandchildren.
 

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