what was your first car and how did you get it ?

My dad worked with a guy that had this little car. Dad gave it to me for my 15th birthday The deal was, it was mine as long as I did my chores and kept my grades up. We rebuilt the motor with JC Whitney parts and I raced a good friend of mine on the local two lane blacktop on my 16th birthday. I won and have been hooked on drag racing ever since. It's a 1955 Austin A55 I took the grill out and two toned the wheels. Drove the wheels off it, parked it out by the barn when I wanted a car with more power. It was always there to fill in when I broke my Detroit iron. It still sits behind the chicken coop at the family farm. This photo is in 1970. Check out the 55 Buick style side trim.

 

Moonshine Mike thats a great story , wish i had something other then memories to remember my first car , I kept nothing not even a picture

 

$600.00 for the car
$1500.00 for LT-1 (370-hp)
$70.00 for the windsheild.

Prev. owner tried to install 350 with 6cyl. motor mounts.
Throwed the "Quick-Fist" to the windsheild......

 

Hi,
My first car was ford and I got as gift on my birthday from my parents.As I am single child to them,they loves me a lot and does anything for me but that does not mean that I am taking advantage of them.I was really surprised by seeing this car and that that day we had great fun.

 

69 VW BEETLE MY DAD GAVE ME WHEN I WAS 16 (1973) WITHOUT ANY CATCHS. COOL DAD MISS HIM (passed away 2009)

 

1964 mercury montclair 4 door sedan. Dad bought it for me on ebay for fifteen hundred as a birthday/graduation from jr. high present

 

My first car, well it was almost my first car. My parents had a Mazda 808 station wagon, handed down to my older sister when I turned l8 the car was supposed to go to me. Unfortunately my sister totaled it.
First car I bought and drove was a 38 Ford Club Coupe, already hot rodded, 35l Clevo, top loader 4 speed, 9inch rear.
It is a family heirloom, originally built by my grandfather, then rebuilt by my father in the 70s. I paid l0,000 for it, the car was in superb condition. I sold it back to my parents a few years latter when I started a new project 28 A RPU.

Doc.

 

1962 Ford falcon ranchero when i was in 8th grade for $3000. Gave my aunt $1500 for it, and havent paid the rest off yet, because it was a wolf in sheeps clothing.

Here it is when i got it...



Heres what i found under the fresh interrior.



and here it is as it sits, for the past 4 years...

 

1935 Ford pickup. I was 15. Pickup was a chicken farmers. Had lots of patina caused by the chicken shit. One cool thing he left in it was a wooden propeller. Can't remember what I did with the propeller.
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Like I told the kid, "Your music's not too loud, its like OKC, it sucks big time!"

 

my bug. friend of the family was moving and couldnt take it with them and their niece didnt want it so i got it for free when i was 14. its hiding in the corner behind those ugly ass mercs... all i have to say is ...my name is Matt Townsend and i own a Volkswagen... there... i finally said it!

 

mine was/is a 72 Olds Delta Royale conv. got when I was 15. My dad was going to sell it to me andmy sister, we could share it , well my sister moved out and I was looking at Road Runners so he tried to trade it in , they offered him $250 at trade in and pissed him off really bad , so my mom made him give it to me since I have been working and saved up all my money . still got it 23yrs later but it's been sitting for 15 . I pick up bits for it here and there when I come actross nice ones, I'll frame off it one day

 

Mine was a '60 Impala sport coupe. My cousin owned a tow service and did all the impounds for the Sheriff's department. Some guy got arrested and they impounded his car. When he couldn't pay the fees that were owed it was lien sold back to my cousin. He sold it to me for the fees that were owed. 50 bucks. I built my first engine in high school auto shop for it and then drove to TJ for some tuck and roll.

 

My first car
28/29 roadster treaded 5 Cushman’s and a Silver Pidgin for it
Yanked the drive line out of a neighbors dead 53 Buick
Had six Stromberg’s for show or twin Holly’s for Saturday night racing
Sure would like to have my old roadster again

 

67 chevelle 283 4 speed bolero red bought as a roller in 1975 for 500 bucks,,,wish i had the extra 500 to buy it turnkey,,

 

probally wouldn't fit in it any more.

 

62 Stude Lark 2door, bought it off my mom when I was 15(1974), she bought it new in 1963. I had a shop teacher who collected old Studes and Packards who helped me out a lot with parts and advice. I drove it for a year then got a 69 Camaro and the Stude sat behind my parents garage for 25 years, always with the intention of building a rod out of it, til 2002. They sold the house and asked what I wanted to do with the car, so I gave it away to the now retired shop teacher who had been so patient with my dumb questions and ham fisted mechanics.

 

'40 Ford coupe. Dad was the local Ford dealer, and took it in on trade. In '67, it was just an old car. On the fourth motor/trans combo since then, under power again after a while resting. Out in front of the house as I type this, leaking on the driveway.

 

I got a 58 Chevy bel air as a bonus for working at my dads Amoco station at 14.
It took me till i was 17 and every dime i could make to finish it but i did win the Asbury coliseum car show with it 3 days after i got my license.
Man i miss that car and my dad.

 

Worked all summer and managed to buy my Uncle's neighbor's 1956 Chevy. Cost me $185. Had venetian blinds in the back window and oil burning 265. Gave it a ring and valve job - remember those? - with a set of Hastings rings I got from Chief Auto Supply for $16. What year - long time ago. Regular gas was 25 cents a gal and I made $1.85 an hour pumpin gas and fixin flats.

 

I was 15 when I got my 79 dodge long bed pickup truck. My dad told to the guy that we were going to give it a test drive. Really we just needed an extra truck to take some crap to the dump before it closed for the weekend. We hitched up the trailer and took it to the dump. When we got back my dad asked if I wanted the truck and I wasn't going to say no. Ran good and did its job.

 

Back in 1959, when I turned 16, my Grandpa said "I bought your Dad a car
when he was 16, so I'll buy you one".

So I went shopping on the back rows of the local car lots - the best thing
available at the time was a '47 Chevy Fleetline two door fastback....for
$115. It ran good, but had the vacuum shift.....was impossible to speed
shift the thing. I drove it for six months and when the insurance was due
again, I didn't have the money. Just before the insurance was going to run
out, I drove it on a 35 mile trip to another town. On the way home,
the timing gear went out. A friend came along and pushed me the rest of the way home --
about 20 miles.

The car was parked and I finally had the timing gear replaced. But never
really got it back on the road again. Messed with it some, but it finally
got sold by my parents when I went to college.

 

OK...now you're gonna hear ol' Rick bitch a little. I've loved old cars since I was three years old. In 1972 I was sixteen, and the people across the street put a 1938 Chevy 4-door sedan up for sale for $300. I asked my parents if I could buy it. They said I could as long as I had enough money. I had saved nearly $200, and asked my fourteen year old brother if he wanted to go in on it. Together we had a grand total of $237. We offered that amount for the Chevy, and they accepted. The car was a little bit rough, but not all that bad with a burgundy Earl Sheib paint job. It burned some oil, but didn't run bad. I was so happy that I would have a cool old car to drive to high school once I got my licence. But I was the oldest of ten children, and my parents were quite strict. My mother picked this time to inform me that I would not be allowed to get my driver's licence until I was eighteen. Shit! Fuck! So the car sat in the garage while all I could do is wash and wax it and try to tune it a bit. The carb needed some work, (accelerater-pump) but I really didn't know what the hell I was doing. My dad never even tried to help me work on it. He did find the time to make fun of me when one day I painted the hubcaps white. He quipped in a condescending tone, "Riiiick!...you don't paint car hubcaps white!...You do that to trucks! He did take my brother and me out on a back road once to let us each drive it a little. The space in the garage was needed, so we kept it in a friend's barn for a time. Those people ended up moving, so we brought it back to our garage. My mother now informed my brother and me that we'd have to sell it, 'cause we didn't have the room. Shit! Fuck! Sold it for $350. When I finally got my licence in my senior year, my dad gave me his stupid old 1964 Mercury Montclair 4-door with the "breeze-way" roll down rear window. My dad had bought it from his best friend "who always took very good care of his cars". Some of you younger guys might think the Mercury must've been cool. Bullshit. I HATED IT! I did my best with it though. I was taking my second year of auto-shop, and did a valve-job and tune-up on it, and installed a single Cherry Bomb muffler. But to me, that car was a POS compared to the '38 Chevy. Stupid old frackin rackin razelbackin dorky-ass flippin MERCURY! One day, my dad said, "Ya know...I don't like what you're doin' with that car. (referring to the cherry bomb) You fix that exhaust and do the body-work the best you can, and sell it." So...that's what I did. New muffler, a little bondo and some primer here and there, and sold it. I didn't even care. FUCK. Great fuckin' story, huh? Seems strange to me that there was no room for the Chevy, but there was room for the Mercury. WTF? And no, it wasn't a "safety issue". That Mercury was a hell of a lot faster than any '38 Chevy, and the Chevy ran, drove and stopped fine. Years later, when my dad got a nice red Cadillac Eldorado as a toy, he asked me what I thought of it. Even though it wasn't my style of car, I said, "Hey...not bad!" (I was trying to be nice.) He responded, "Not bad?!...It's very good!" WTF? My dad used to enjoy saying, "Rick...all you think about is cars and girls." Dammit. I get jealous when I hear some of you guys talk about how your dad helped you work on your first car and get into hot rodding. Sorry for the negative, whiney post 1963nova, I guess it still bothers me after all these years. - Rick

 

Look at it this way, someday he'll be too old to drive and you'll be the one to tell him he has to sell his car.

 

Mine was an 85 S10 pickup I immediately lowered,colormatched the bumpers,grill and handles,and put rims on it.I saved money all summer from a supermarket job as a bagger cart boy to get it.Price was 1500 bucks.

 

My dad also had his own carpet installation business and I worked for him through junior and senior high. When I was 14-15 he owed me back wages so he gave me the 55 F100 that he had been working on for a lot of years. It had a 390 FE engine and a C6 tranny. It also had wide stock car tires on the back and was painted competition orange. My dad's friend, Bill Wharton of Autokrafters (RIP), resprayed the orange. I laid out the flames myself and Bill sprayed those for me and I outlined them and also pinstriped the truck. The truck was all ready to go when I turned 16 and got my drivers license. I drove it until I graduated from high school in 1976 and then I sold it to finance the purchase of a 48 Austin 2-dr. The Austin is still sitting in my garage so I still have the second car that I ever bought. I always wanted to find another F100 and duplicate my orange truck.

 

The first car I owned was a 1963 Renault Caravelle convertible that my Dad had picked up as a project car (he was into Renaults). While it was probably the coolest looking Renault ever built, it had spent too many winters in New England and was suffering from a lot of undercarriage rust. Rather than toss a ton of money that I didn't have into it, I sold it for $700 and used the money to buy a '66 Pontiac Tempest Custom sport coupe (with the pillar) from a family friend. Mission beige with a bronze interior, overhead cam 6, two speed automatic with about 60K original miles..... she was a dog out of the hole but punch it from about 30 and she hauled the mail! I still own it, some 25 years later..... she needs a full resto after years of neglect (four GTOs, a family and a house have taken time and money away from it) but I now have a mechanic friend who wants me to get it going again (and will work for free) so I can go to cruise nights with him and his Model A. Maybe this year she'll return to the road!

 

When I was 14 my buddy and I went splits on a 62 Nova 4 door that came with a 65 Beaumont 4 door. The Nova ran great and we drove it all over with no plates,insurance , licenses etc. After the summer was over he bought my half then traded it for an old snowmobile.....

 

It was 1966, my cousin had hit a pine tree with her '56 Ford Victoria. It was black and white, and her husband had put a blue and white front end on it but never finished it. I paid $100 that I had saved from cutting grass. I drove it until I went in the Army in 1970. I parked it behind my mothers garage and always planned on restoring it but never did.

I wish I had it now...

 

64 T-bird Landau. Loaded with just about every option, turquois metallic w/white top. I liked it cuz it was all mine. My uncle gave it to me, the original owner needed it moved to start a construction project and my uncle said he'd like me to have it. I learned what it took to machine polish old OEM paint w/out burning through and made it look good. One day I pulled up in front of the house and dad was sittin on the porch, he asked if I really liked that car. What was I gonna say? I said yeah I liked it. He said I looked like an old man in it and it needed to go away. When asked what I really wanted I said a 68 or 69 Camaro. We sold it and found a 2 car project and built one up. I've had and done several since and today I wouldn't walk across the street to look at one.

 

My first car was bought in 1952 and was a 1949 ford. I paid $185.00 for it and went to a paint shop and had a new coat of paint put on for $35.00.