I want to know your car history. What was your first car? Which was your favorite car? And what are you driving now - and why?
I was driving my current car, a Subaru Forester the other day and listening to it. It sounded vaguely like the VW Bus I learned how to drive in, which gave me an oddly comforting feeling. I'm not sure why that was, but it did get me thinking about cars I've had over the years. These are cars that were MY cars, that I picked out for myself and paid for myself, with the exception of a couple, which I will also tell you about.
My first car was a Datsun 310. This is what they were supposed to look like:
Mine didn't exactly look like that. Mine was two-toned. Tan on top, brown on the bottom. And the back end didn't look exactly like the one pictured above. I'd bought my first car from my next door neighbor who was learning how to do body work. He'd bought this little car from a junk yard. It's back end had been run over by a semi-truck and Mr. Mooney fixed it. I"m not sure what kind of car's rear end wound up on my Datsun, but it didn't look anything like the one in the picture. It was his first attempt at body work, so it wasn't perfect either. Rather bumpy, actually. The backside looked like it had a severe case of cellulite. It was dubbed "Lumpy Brown Datsun". I drove it for a couple of years, then sold it to my brother John. I don't think he's ever forgiven me for that...
I sold Lumpy Brown Datsun to John when my first husband and I moved to Oklahoma. We made the trip in his Plymouth Duster - a most excellent car, towing a small U-Haul trailer behind it. Once we were there and he was getting settled in his job, I got bored. I needed a job too - but to get a job, I needed to get there. A trip down to Norman resulted in a lovely little 1979 Toyota Corolla. I LOVED this car! It was very simple and ran like a champ. I never wanted to part with it.
My husband, however, felt like I needed something a little jazzier to drive. He'd already splurged and bought himself a brand new Mazda 626, the first model year. He was pretty concerned about appearances, and to have me driving around in my rather utilitarian little Toyota just wouldn't do. He decided that I needed something with a little flash, took my precious little car to the dealership and came home with something... "better."
My second husband (Darling Man) and I survived on one car for quite a while, then moved to Wakulla, which necessitated having two cars. I inherited his Toyota Camry while he drove Little Blue, a truck my dad gave to us (and coincidently drove me back to OK to get my stuff in and back years previously). When Little Blue died, Darling Man traded in the Camry for a little Toyota truck and I (believe it or not) bought another 1990 Ford Mustang! Then I got pregnant. After the baby came, I realized rather quickly that a Mustang was NOT an ideal family car. The car seat was in the back and the Mustang only had the two doors. It wasn't long before my back was killing me from the bending and reaching and lifting involved in getting my precious boy in and out of that car.
The Church Lady
Jill (L'il Mouse)
Serina Hope (late addition)
Lynn (another late addition!)