What was the 1st car you rode in?

I never thought about it, but I guess it was probably Mom's '62 Fairlaine, Dad had to sell his '62 F-85 for the down payment on the house in Roseville.

They bought a '65 Impala 2dr HT soon after I was born, then a '69 Chevy Wagon, then it all went downhill... a '73 Gremlin X (6) and a '79 AMC Concord.

 

My Dad and Mom took me home from the hospital in a 1940 coupe coupe.

Hot flathead ... ( my Grand Dad bought a confiscated moonshiners 40 sedan with all the go fast goodies ) at the Sheriffs sale and he and Dad swapped all the Hot rod stuff into Dad's 40 coupe. Grand Dad got all the stock stuff for his sedan

I came home from the hospital in the spring of 1948 ... so 40 Fords were fairly common ... at least here in the South.

No idea where the 40 is now ... Dad swapped it for a new 51 Ford Victoria ...

 

Well this is the first car I ever drove. Of course I was sitting on my dad's lap.

 

My dad had 1966 Impala SS 396 4-speed till I was 3. He remebers beating a GTO, which was a big deal at the time. Traded it in for 1969 Pontiac station wagon with fake wood paneling (and a 400). What would that Impala be worth today?

 

March 12, 1938 in a '36 Ford hunchback 2-door sedan. Washington Blue still had mechanical brakes. Dad kept it until '47 when he bought a new Plymouth. Took the new Plymouth to Iowa on vacation and used 17 qts. of oil out and back.

 

My parents were Desoto owners, the first I can remember. That would be me on the right.

 

I came home from the hospital in a '54 Ford.

When I was born, my dad had an old MGTD that had an early overhead valve Cadillac V8 in it. It was gold with a checkered red and white grill with headers coming out the side of the hood. There's a neat picture of him on the wall standing next to it wearing a trench coat and a dick tracy hat on a cold winter morning, leaning against the fender, looking pretty proud.

He sold it soon after I was born. He never had a hot rod again after that. When I was a few years old, they bought a new '62 Ford Country Squire with wood paneling down the side.

I think him telling me stories about that MGTD with the Caddy engine in it must be one of the main things that got me into hot rods at an early age.

 

My trip home from the hospital was in either a Durant or a Studebaker Dictator of some thirties year. By the time I was old enough to remember my dad was driving the Dictator & the Durant was scrapped out beside the tool shed & was now my " stagecoach" ---"driven" by me almost daily.

 

My trip home from the birth hut was in my folks' '57 Fairlane ragtop (312 with Paxton).

18 months later my mom plowed that same car into a bridge abutment. I flew into the dashboard and busted my widdle head wide open. I was left with a permanent skull dent, 7-inch scar, and the sadly haphazard brain function with which many of you are familiar.

 

I came home from the hospital in a real Henry, a 1948 Ford export model tudor.
My Father bought it new with his life savings from WWII in the Marines, and it was built in Edgewater NJ 11-11-47, dlivered new via Shanghai Ford to my parents stationed in Nanking China. Shortly after I rode home in it, Nanking changed hands and we and the Ford and Chiang Kai-shek moved on down the river away from Mao's army...
I rode all over Europe and the US in the backseat of that car, drove the hell out of it in college, and still own it.

 

My grandfather's 1950 Cadillac convertible........coming home from the hospital after being born, in 1950 !

 

Bringing back a long lost thread. I was visiting my mom today, and we got to talking about old cars, and I asked her about the Lincoln they had when I was little. I think it was this blue 1951 Lincoln Cosmo. I don't know if I came home in this car, or the 57 Plymouth wagon we had when I was two, and we moved down to Tucson in. The garage pic appears to be when my older brother and sister were about 2 and 3 years old, which means Mom was pregnant with my brother and I.

That was a while ago...

 

I was born in my Grandmothers house, 822 Harrison St. Fresno. My Dad took me for my
first ride in his 1932 5 window coupe, no fenders, a 37 engine with 2 97'S. Wish I had that
car, and my Dad today.....

 

My first ride was with my Mom in a wheelchair leaving the Hospital. Dad had a 48 Ford which I believe gave me my first car ride.

 

Had to be this Craegar 29 roadster...it's all they had in 44.

 

I don't have any idea what my parents brought me home in but I brought our twins home from the hospital in 1977 in our 1954 Ford Ranch Wagon,the same car Brenda learned how to drive when it belonged to her grandmother.HRP

 

1949 Olds fastback

 

I came home in a 1937 or 1938 Oldsmobile or Chevrolet. Probably, it was the 37 Olds.

 

That would be my mothers '65 mustang for the first 5 years of my life.


Sent from my iPhone using H.A.M.B.

 

1964 Mercedes Benz 220S, that dove grey color with a parchment interior.

 

I came home in a black 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air 2dr hardtop, 327, 3 speed floor shift. My Grandfather...my Moms dad, wanted to bring me home in his new 71 Mercury Gran Marquis (Hawaii 5-O). My father said No.....He's coming home in My Car.

They bought that 57 for 250 bucks. $17 a month was the payment and it was killing them.

 

I think my parents had a burgundy/ "wood" Olds diesel wagon. It was either that or a 70's Pontiac Grand Prix. He has had so many cars I can't keep them straight.
If this counts it's by a technicality. My dad bought a 1968 Shelby G.T. 350 when my mom was pregnant with

 

The '41 Pontiac Torpedo you see in my avatar to the left. Mohair really stinks after awhile, I remember that. This was shot in '52, I think, just before driving 40 miles to church in the big city. My sister and I drove by the church this last week. Neighborhood has changed. It's now at the corner of Homeless and Drive-by, just down the street from Needle Park.

 

1970 Nova. Hugger Orange with white vinyl top. Cragars. 4 spd

 

Could have been my Dad's 1947 DeSoto sedan.

 

'50 Merc in '54. Coincidently it was the first car I drove also. At age 2 or so, kicked it outa gear & took it across the parking lot, while the oldman was in the store. Ma wasn't impressed, with her left foot stretched across the floor, holding the brake 'til the oldman returned. (hey, I didn't hit anything!)

 

Had to have been a 40 Plymouth 4 door.

 

This 29 Cabriolet.

 

1951 2dr Chevy from hospital

 

I came in home in '46 from the hospital in my Dad's '41 Ford convertible. Been a Ford guy ever since.