I stopped by BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE a few minutes ago, and Tete had posted a photo of her first car. It reminded me of the first car that I guess my name was on the title.
It was a Plymouth Sport Fury convertible
Mine was Black with red interior.
I took my driving test in that car, and
I had the top down, because I had a bit of a problem seeing out of the
rear window, with it up. But, being a funny guy, the tester
made me put the top up. I had to go up a hill, then, back up, and I will bet that was one of the slowest drives that car ever made.
The car was a special order car, and had been stolen in Michigan. When found, the former owner's insurance had already paid it off, and the owner no longer wanted it. So it was pretty much optioned out, including a set of 3-2 barrels. I was just thinking what a gas hog it probably was, but at .319C a gallon, we didn't worry about it much then.
Before that car, I drove this, but it wasn't mine, or at least my name wasn't on the title.
It was not nearly as nice as the one in the picture.
as I remember it had a hole in the back floorboard.
It was metallic blue-green with a white top.
Then there was this baby
1966 Chevelle in this color, and a real metal top, not a ragtop.
Back in the 1960s used cars were cheap so
it wasn't hard to purchase something that still had a shine on the paint
for a decent price.