I drove my brother-in-laws when i was 16 He said just hold the gas to floor

 

Mine was a '59 Chevy BelAir with a 235ci six cylinder and three on the tree. That was my first year of college in 1970. Oil was 25 cents a quart and gas was 24.9 cents a gallon. Those were the days!!!

My older brother had a '64 Corvette convertible at the time and occasionally let me take it out for a ride. That's when the Corvette bug bit me.

 

My dad had a dark blue 66 VW bug he'd parked in his garage for two years after he bought an El Camino in 1975, complete with an 8-ball shifter and AM radio! He told me if I could get the car out of the carport it was mine. So my step-dad and I went over and put the tires back on and were ready to call the tow truck to get it home when he had the brilliant idea to try and start it. The darn thing started on the first push! We checked the fluid levels, inflated the tires and drove it home 70 miles away. I enjoyed the car for three years until I joined the service.

 

Mine was a 64 Plymouth Sport Fury in 1968. It was black on black with a 383/330 HP motor and Torqueflight. It was a quick on the street up to about 80 - 85 mph when the small valve heads started to drag it down. I wish I still had it.






Check out my Mom's 60 Ford Fairlane inside the 8 ft. garage door. I read the other day that this was the widest car ever manufactured by Detroit. It cleared the door opening by just inches on both sides. The first thing I wanted to do when I got my license was burn a little rubber. By winding the 292 up in neutral and dropping it in gear we finally managed to get a chirp out of the tires. We once rolled two tires off the rims doing donuts in a Mall parking lot one night after a movie and a fresh snow. My Dad never said a word - amazing.

 

1952 Dodge Wayfarer -- all 103 hp!

First V8 car was a 64 Ford Fairlane Hipo 289 271 hp.

Next was a 64 Vette-- still have it.

 

1965 triumph spitfire that i bought for $500. That was in 1972. the car was a typical british nightmare until I ended it's life in the rearend of a ford galaxie 500 at 50 mph without airbags, Don't try this at home kids ,,, we were trained professionals !!

 

Mine was a 1964 Comet Caliente. I purchased it with crumpled fenders and a ripped-up interior from an older brother at 14, and rebuilt and painted it before I turned 16 (with lots of help from my father). A 200 ci. six and three on the tree. The car would go just as fast in second gear as in high gear (about 75 mph). I rebuilt the non-synchro-low gearbox a half dozen times before I had my license because the trans would always fail with my father driving (I even tried a heavy-duty AMC V8 case, sshh, no comment on hard it was driven around the ranch after school). I traded the Comet for a Honda 350 twin after I purchased a GTO for daily driving. I last saw the car about ten years ago, and it still had the Grand Funk Railroad "American Band" stickers on the sunvisors. I guess the rear u-joint with the filed down nail I used to replace the needle bearing I lost held up fairly well.

I always wanted to slip a 289 and C4 into that Comet .

 

My first car is my current car '59 white Vette, brother bought a new 65 vette, and I got the 59 in 1967, still driving it

 

My first car was a 1960 White Thunderbird with chrome reverse wheels and I did race my friends 1962 Corvette. I don't need to tell you the results..... it was pathetic.

 

53 Belaire hardtop. I put a 260 GMC in it and an offenhauser 2BBL intake manifold and dual exhaust. The car had multiple colors of primer on it (red oxide, zinc chromate, gray, and black) where I had fixed rust. Friends called it the camoflaged tank. Best compliment I got was from a NC state trooper who stopped me for speeding. He said " I probably wouldn't have stopped you but I couldn't believe this POS was going that fast".
Bud

 

I got my 2-dr 66 Malibu hard-top a little before my 16th birthday for $800 and started working on it before getting my license. White with gold interior, 350 and TH400 from some Chevy PU truck, a big chrome Hurst Indy shifter on the floor inbetween the buckets out of a Chrysler of some sort, and gigantic rear mags with crappy bias-ply tires. The holes in the rusted headers hid the engine knocking long enough for me to buy it and get it home, 10 seconds after firing it up for my Dad he said, "Well, the engine is going to have to come out."



And my training began. He and I rebuilt the engine and I got it back on the road. Over the next couple of years we ended up rebuilding the suspension, brakes, exhaust, cooling system, electrical... It was a real bonding session for us, not always easy, but that's when the childhood ended and the rocky road to adulthood started. I'm glad I got to share it with him in that way.



I ended up covering up much of the rust spots with Olive-Drab marine enamel I painted on with a brush, and the interior slowly made it's way to black from gold. And with a new stereo I was ready to break in the new engine. After 100 miles on it I got pulled over by the RCMP for doing over 100 mph. They were not too impressed and got a second cruiser to cover the front of the car while searching it. I still remember the sound of the billy-club on the driver's door... 6-weeks later I got my license pulled for 3-months from repetative speeding.



Ahh, the punk era of the early 80's...



I ended up letting it grow weeds after I moved on to my next car, a 70 Tempest, and eventually sold it for $300 after I was onto the 70 Trans Am.

 

Mine was a '51 Merc club coupe. Had the flat head rebuilt to 3/4 race and less than two months later totaled it trying to avoid a horse crossing a two-lane road at night. Bummer! Replaced it about a year later with a blue '53 Merc "hardtop" with very minor mods (I was in college at the time, ergo, no dough).