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)

[dr914@autoatlanta.com]

On may 28th 1964 my Dad was cleaning out our 60 Buick Lesabre in our basement garage in Glastonbury connecticut. I asked him "Dad why are you cleaning out the car?" He replied, "Just cleaning it as I usually do!" to which I replied: "No Dad, you are taking things out of it not cleaning it!" " Ok George, Jump in and I will show you!"
We took a ride over to the Buick Dealer in West Hartford Connecticut only to behold a lineup of the best looking cars I had ever seen and my Dad's heartthrob for the rest of his life, a 1964 Buick Riviera. "Dad we are buying one of these?" "Yes George, one of these!" I could not believe it, four bucket seats and POWER WINDOWS!!!!

My Mom was not thrilled, how to fit four children (another was to come a few years later) in a car with four bucket seats???