I thought it would be fun to list and describe the very first car/truck you owned.
Mine was a 1969 Buick Skylark. 350 V-8 with the 350 turbo hydromatic transmission and two barrel carb. Maroon body with a white roof. Exhaust pipe was rotted off under the passenger seat so it was very loud, (which of course, I thought was cool). Body was rusted and beat up, but ran like a scalded dawg. One afternoon, I got it to 130 mph on the Bee Line Expressway in Orange County Florida. Got it when I was 16 and paid 300 bucks for it. Learned to change the oil and filter, change the plugs and set points on that car. In two years I went through three sets of bias ply tires. Drove it for two years and sold it for 300 bucks.
First truck was a 1958 Chevy Apache half ton that belonged to my Uncle. He bought it brand new in '58 and drove it till he got cancer in '82, (he fought it for a year and died in the fall of '83). He was so sick, he couldn't take care of his place, (he lived on five acres), so I would go down and mow his grass and disc his little grove and generally work around the place. He kept trying to pay me and I wouldn't take pay. Every week, when I was taking a break, I would look at that old truck. One day, he and I were sitting at his kitchen table and he asked me if I like that truck. I told him yes, so he pulled out the title, signed it and gave it to me.
It had the 235 straight six cylinder, one barrel carb, three speed standard transmission with column shift. Geared very low, wide open it would go 50-55 mph. Like the Buick, it was very rusty, floor boards had large holes rusted in them so when you drove, your pants legs would billow out, (on a rainy day, you got soaked). Motor finally threw a rod and it sat in my Dad's backyard for about ten years with me saying I was gonna fix it up one day. Finally, my Dad got tired of looking at it and gave it to the junkman.
Mine was a 1969 Buick Skylark. 350 V-8 with the 350 turbo hydromatic transmission and two barrel carb. Maroon body with a white roof. Exhaust pipe was rotted off under the passenger seat so it was very loud, (which of course, I thought was cool). Body was rusted and beat up, but ran like a scalded dawg. One afternoon, I got it to 130 mph on the Bee Line Expressway in Orange County Florida. Got it when I was 16 and paid 300 bucks for it. Learned to change the oil and filter, change the plugs and set points on that car. In two years I went through three sets of bias ply tires. Drove it for two years and sold it for 300 bucks.
First truck was a 1958 Chevy Apache half ton that belonged to my Uncle. He bought it brand new in '58 and drove it till he got cancer in '82, (he fought it for a year and died in the fall of '83). He was so sick, he couldn't take care of his place, (he lived on five acres), so I would go down and mow his grass and disc his little grove and generally work around the place. He kept trying to pay me and I wouldn't take pay. Every week, when I was taking a break, I would look at that old truck. One day, he and I were sitting at his kitchen table and he asked me if I like that truck. I told him yes, so he pulled out the title, signed it and gave it to me.
It had the 235 straight six cylinder, one barrel carb, three speed standard transmission with column shift. Geared very low, wide open it would go 50-55 mph. Like the Buick, it was very rusty, floor boards had large holes rusted in them so when you drove, your pants legs would billow out, (on a rainy day, you got soaked). Motor finally threw a rod and it sat in my Dad's backyard for about ten years with me saying I was gonna fix it up one day. Finally, my Dad got tired of looking at it and gave it to the junkman.
