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)

[flipb]

I'm younger than all you geezers (IMG:style_emoticons/default/stirthepot.gif) so mine's not as exotic. My Dad had a 912 and then a 911 but got rid of the latter around the time I was born.

I have clear memories of riding around in his Volvo wagon. It was sort of dijon mustard colored.

But the one that made an impression on me was in 1985, he ordered a new Saab 9000 Turbo, sight-unseen, before any had made it to the US. It was a month or two before it was delivered. When he brought it home, seven-year-old-me was astounded. It was like a fighter jet had landed in our driveway. It had digital screens! The cockpit wrapped around the driver! My mind was blown. I sat in it for hours. At one point, I accidentally pushed in the cigarette lighter and then ran into the house crying - I told my mom that the car was going to catch on fire the next time dad started it.

(Fortunately, it did not. But it did spend several weeks at the dealership when the computer-controlled fuel injection died a few weeks into our ownership. The techs had no idea how to service it and were on the phone with Sweden every day.)

It was pretty much identical to this one:(IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/uploads_offsite/peacetek.net-10752-1678308513.1.jpg)