Your Fathers Car., earliest memory. Options

[wonkipop]

i had a big afternoon of meetings getting a headache listening to net ball australia's special requirements for a girls netball facility.

got home at 7.00pm with a headache.
opened the fridge.
no beer.
ah - sh#t. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad.gif)

wander out the door, down the lane to the cellar shop to pick up a 6 pack of J beer.
and whats propped on the curb at the end of the lane.

holden fc. 1956-58.
my father's first car (not the actual one but similar - same two tone color, same interior).
my first childhood memory of a car is this one.
would have been 1964/5. sitting in the back seat of one of these little aussie numbers.
sometimes in the front seat. i specifically remember going to the bakery with him to get the bread.

he did have a car before that. a whippet. but i have no memory of that.

anyway this one was there.
completely original. no restoration.
on full plates too. not historic plates.
i have not seen an unrestored one of these for at least 3 decades.
this one was completely intact.
over 65 years old.
the aussie car.
actually a GM product and a kind of shrunken poor cousin north antarctica chevrolet!
but a great car.
these things could survive even a nuclear attack let alone australian roads back then.
ford falcons fell to pieces from the front end back under assault from australian pseudo tarmac. but not these babies.




it blew me away to run into something older than me, and with no plastic surgery. memories came back.

who else has run into their first family car they can remember?
and confronted them again in the street.

post them up. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/beerchug.gif)

[technicalninja]

My first memories are all 914s...
My Dad has been a Porsche nut his entire life and when I was born he was SCCA racing a Porsche convertible D.
I don't remember the D at all, but after his stint in the Airforce he got out too late for a pilot's job with the airlines and ended up selling Porsches at Green Oaks Porsche Audi up in Ft Worth.
The Dealership owners, The Quins, are still close family friends.
Back then all of the salesmen took demonstrators home for the weekends.
Very occasionally it was a "real" Porsche 911 but most of the time it was a 914.

We called them P-Wagons as a play on their pedigree...

Dad would take me with him, in a nice brand new 914, and we'd go around Lake Benbrook at speed early Sunday morning, just after sunup.

He'd been racing for about 10 years then and "at speed" was serious.

So, I have street racing memories in many, many 914s as my first automotive memories.

These relationships are so old that when Dad found our current 914 he had Louis Quin (dealer owner son who raced 914s for the dealership) check it out.

Louis said "You just HAVE to buy it, if you don't I will".

So, the 914 saga has another chapter left to write...