I don't even answer those questions with "real" answers, I just use a random mix of letters/numbers/characters just like passwords. The key is to save all your answers on a thumb drive not connected to the internet because Lord knows I'll never actually remember those answers if the questions ever pop up.

1967 Buick Wildcat. 430ci V8. Red with white landau top.

My grandfather bought it new in ‘67 who sold it to my uncle who sold it to me for $100 in 1984. It had seen better days when I acquired it. Took me all of two months to trash the tranny trying to do burnouts to impress my friends.

Next up was a 1967 Chev C10 pickup, $600. In-line 6 cylinder, 4 speed manual with a granny gear. Cab corners completely rusted out and I had to carry a gas can in the back to prime the carb to get it to start on cold Minnesota winter mornings. It had a factory installed manual choke on the dash but it wasn’t enough.

Good memories.

Nice Seinfeld reference!

Second car was a 1988 Toyota Diesel.
I kinda sorta knew the guy who sold it to me and he’d bought an Audi.
So one day he’s on the interstate doing the speed limit at 70 and I pass him in his old car doing maybe 105-110 ish.:D
it would take about 5-6 miles at full throttle to get it up to that speed.
Had a second key made so I could keep it running and lock the door when going into the video store on cold winter evenings.
That was a little car with massive amounts of understeer as the only thing heavy being the engine was over the front axle.
Frontwheel drive too, that kinda sucked.

1973 Camaro built to the hilt. Biggest issue was burning up valves (should have put high compression heads) and the old fashion dual point distributor. A $20 taped to the dash stayed there through four gears. Biggest regret was letting it go.

From underneath they were the same car.

Mine had Manta parts on it because for as beautiful and German as they were, the iron began to revert back to oxide faster than the “Heil Honey I’m Home” sitcom got canceled, featuring Hitler and Eva Braun juxtaposed with Jewish neighbors.

If I had only known about superleggera then I could have gone for “superleicht” as it rusted away.

80’s VW Jetta diesel. It would do 0 - 60 with the AC off.

First car? 1980 Checker Marathon with a Olds 350 Diesel and a Turbo 400 trans.

I turned it up quite a bit. I was going to GM's engineering school at the time (GMI in Flint, MI)

30mpg with 8 guys in it. Not super fast but torque fir days.

First truck was a 63 GMC 1/2 ton with a 305 V6 (GMCs didn't run chevy engines then) with a Powerglide.

Also had a truck that started out as 2 82 F-150s spliced together, rotted rear frame on one, frontal collision on the other, cut and spliced the frames. Then I got a 79 bronco with a rotted body that I put the 82 cab and nose on, and cut the bed down to 5 feet.
400 V8, C6 trans, NP205 T case, 9 inch with a locker, dana 44 posi in the front. It would go anywhere. At 5mpg.

1975 Ford F100 with 3 on the tree

Great truck

This seemed a whole lot cooler back when I was handed the keys and sternly told to "be cautious".

Drove it into/out of a ditch when I was rocking out to a "Walkman" cassette tape, powered with AA batteries, with foamy headphones.

I believe it was to the official movie soundtrack of Top Gun.

Subsequently had the carpet flooded out when I parked it outside the arcade and a storm passed through, flooded the parking lot, and I achieved my best score playing "Gorf". Carved my name in a video game, as it were.

(Pilots are dorks.)

Zero to 60-ish in under 20 seconds.

Wow! You guys had some fun cars.

How about an 86 Chevy Sprint? 3 doors of justice with 1 liter and 3 cylinders of might. 49 horse power but it was all mine. When I got it up to 75 (going downhill), it would vibrate and shake like it was going to fall apart on the spot. Got rid of it going to college.

Gorf was for amateurs 😉

Real gamers were rocking Defender

But I imagine that 430 punished some rubber before the Turbo 400 was beaten into submission!

Back when we had encyclopedias, that photo would appear as the "thumbnail" next to the headline listing for '$hitbox." Not that fun couldn't be had inside that type of box!

1947 Ford, Black in color.

First Car?
 

A grey 1993 Cadillac De Ville sedan, had a red interior. I could fit 6 people in that car and it got about 17 mpg on the highway but it was a smooth ride, i miss that car sometimes.

1973 Triumph Spitfire. Painted “Triumph Red”, which was the most orange color you could imagine. Had three of them to keep one driving. Body car with no drivetrain, drivetrain car with destroyed body, and the chosen Driver car. 60hp go -cart that turned every neighborhood into a racetrack.

1975 Chevy C30 Silverado Camper Special, 7.4L, 454 V8, 4 Spd manual. Filling both tanks while in HS wasn’t fun. 5mpg

1979 Buick Regal (yellow and rusted), 4.9 L V-8, two-door, bench seats. How it made it through 4 years of college I'll never know. Ugly...

1968 Mercury Cougar Dan Gurney Special. How I wish I still had that thing! It somehow morphed into a Toyota Tercel when I sold it. Ugh.

Now I’m going to picture you as an angry, scowling Clint Eastwood standing on your porch, hunched over, yelling at the neighbor kids to GTF off your lawn! 🤣

You didn't already? Jk jk, sorry JB. Too easy 😂

Are you kidding? High school chicks loved station wagons. They could picture exactly what he’d look like returning home after a run to the store for diapers for the baby. He probably had multiple girls hitting on him at school every day.

1966 McClaren. 1973 Ferarri.

1972 Dodge Challenger, Cuda body with a 318. I very much wish I still had it.

‘86 2 door escort hatchback. It was a rusty shade of white that I had painted green, but couldn’t afford to spring for having em hit the door jams, so it was 2 toned with the doors open. It had the annoying front seatbelts that slid back and forth along a rail. Sometimes they worked. Haven’t seen one in a while. I guess they’ve all rusted into the ground.

1979 Buick Skyhawk hatchback. Boston Red in color, therefore the rust blended in very nicely. V-6, carburated. It was a hand me down from my Dad who seemed happy to be rid of it. In fact, one day while driving home from work, the radio stopped working and he pulled over to investigate. Upon opening the hood, a small fire was discovered. He thought about it for a minute and decided not to impede it’s progress. Having no cell phone (1980’s), there was no way to call the fire department, well why not just inform the insurance company of it’s demise? Next thing you know, some nosy neighbor comes running with a fire extinguisher-like who has one of those in their house-and puts out the fire. The insurance company refused to total the car, paid for the fix…and the car became mine.

Well there are some real hot rods listed above…but I guess I just grew up poor…my first car was a 73 AMC Gremlin that had 60 k on it with a blown head gasket that needed to be changed that I bought off my older sister for 100 bucks.

All teens (except for the above two) knew station wagons were basically a hotel room on wheels. (Folding back seats.) Parents would always say, “Isn’t that nice. He’s driving the family station wagon.” as their daughter eagerly walked down the sidewalk to be picked up for a date.

Do kids even "date" anymore? Or do they just hole themselves up in their bedroom's with the glow of their device staying "connected"?

I wish you still had it and would sell it to me! I do have my eye on a 68 Z28 Camaro but the owner can’t decide what he wants to do with it.

1989 Ford Ranger


XLT. With the little stripe between the two tone paint.

Not extended cab. Stick shift. Sliding back window. Manual window though.

Where I grew up it was a car people envied, majority of kids had no car. When I got to college, kids had expensive new cars. One had a Lexus SUV when those were new.

This is real close to what I drive now.

1984 Mustang L. Not an LX, just straight L. I told my friends the x fell off. A whopping 88 hp that moved like pond water. One year into owning it I had gone through three head gaskets and 2 manual transmissions. It was literally found on road dead most times. I traded up to a 76 beetle and was never happier.

A well-used ‘74 Grand Prix with a 400 V-8 and horrible paint. Red with white leather buckets. You could see the gas gauge moving left when you stomped on it. How I survived it as a teen is a mystery. Traded it for a ‘78 manual 4-speed Corolla after a year because most of my paycheck was going in the tank. A necessary but emasculating trade.

Some trivia: did you know you can fit 17 high-schoolers into a 1979 Caprice Classic station wagon if you stack them like cordwood. You just have to be real careful and stop at the gas station and fill up the air-shocks that my dad installed for towing. (Don't tell my mom):eek:

It wasn't MY car, but it was one that was early in my driving history.

Somebody found my first car. https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/20...olet-chevette/

That's funny. The Chevette is the first car I really have recollection of as a kid. My parents owned one when I was about five and I seem to recall a less than successful road trip through mountains.

My older brother had a Chevette for a while in the 80's. A lot of people in our small town worked at the same paper mill 30 miles away, so when it broke down along the road he could catch a ride with somebody heading to work. He would call me and tell me what part to get and I would replace the alternator, water pump, whatever roadside and just leave it there after I fixed it. After work he would catch a ride from the mill to his car and drive the rest of the way home.
Replaced damn near everything before it had 75k miles on it.

Wow. What a good (and useful) brother! My younger brother would sometimes borrow my car, leave the tank rudely low, and leave a six-pack on the passenger seat, usually with a couple missing.