My first car was a 1959 Volkswagen Beetle -- what a great car!! Not fancy, no, but they were designed for "the common man." That car served me well for years, and it did cost some to keep it running, but I loved that car. It finally died one day when the oil plug came loose while I was driving and all the oil leaked out. Engine seized, of course, and I was in big trouble with my husband :/ But, hey, how could I know what all that noise meant? I was just going to work...
Roz
My first car was a piece of junk 89' Chevy Cavalier which didnt even last me two years. I needed it though because I had started college on the other side of town and needed a way to get back and forth. I literally had to push the thing into the dealership when I got my first new car, which by the way was a '99 Chevy Cavalier also. Go figure.
my first car was a datsun 510, 4-speed manual shift. poor guy, never even had a chance...he lasted what? like 3 months, then died, then i rebuilt it and it ran for another 6 months, then died, so i sold it to a friend...
i think i'll just stick to American made cars from now on.
My first car is also my current car. Although the paperwork says it belongs to Renee, I love that car as though she were my own. A 1993 Dodge Grand Caravan SE. Granted she's pushing eleven years old now, but aside from a couple of cosmetic dings there's nothing wrong with her, and she still starts first time every time, even in the bitterly cold winters we get in Minnesota.
Not to mention that both Renee and I passed our tests with her and she's taken us a long way around this country without ever complaining or letting us down once. I don't mind admitting that it's going to be a sad day for us when she finally dies.
My first car was a 1978 Chevy Malibu Classic. Named her Pandora as I never knew quite what to expect from her. She had her little quirks. I got her in '86 and living beachside, she was getting pretty rusty with what we call down here, "Florida lace."
I drove her up to Maryland when I moved back up there in March of '91. Her tag was about to expire, but I didn't have the money to get a new one before I left Florida. Pandora was mechanically sound, but with all her rust she never would have passed Maryland's strict vehicle inspection.
September, the month the tag expired, rolled around. I ended up skillfully painting a 2 with enamel model paint where the 1 was on the 91 sticker. This was successful until August of '92 when the local police decided to check cars in the neighborhood. They ran my tag and found that it was expired and altered.
Luckilly I managed to eliminate the problem. How? The Montgomery County Fair was happening at this time. Every year they have demolition derbies... 4-cylinders, school busses, you name it... Yup, ol' Pandora was in a derby! She was kicking major butt, too, until she got 3 flat tires and a busted radiator.
After her heat was over and the cars were towed from the field I went over to bid farewell to my friend. I climbed through the window and sat in that familiar driver seat one last time, choking back a few tears. The key was still in the ignition. I had to do it... VAROOM!!! Pandora roared to life as if to say, "Hey, I ain't done yet!!!" I couldn't help but laugh through my tears as I slowly walked away from her. She managed to go out with a bang after all. They don't make 'em like her any more.
A Dodge Daytona 5-speed was my first car. I bought it at a car auction for $1600. It was nice, until I catapulted over a ravine in it. The funny thing was I drove it one more year before the frame broke in half on my way home one day. I will never buy another American car after that either. It was my only american car.