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OT...Let's talk first cars...

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One of the most defining, most unforgettable time in my life was my first car at 16 years old.

My Dad sold me his daily work driver for 175 bucks.
It was a 1952 Chevy two door, you know, that ugly green color...pretty homely really.
Best day of my life...I was mobile!
My Dad though, wasn't through.
He, living vicariously through me had some cool ideas.
First, he had a genius friend of his replace the stock engine with a six banger truck engine, complete with all the porting and polishing and a hot Melling race cam...probably putting out around 300 HP, huge back then.
(actually beat some Mustangs)

At any rate, fried the 2 speed automatic with the extra HP, and ended up with a three speed on the tree.

All in all, just a magical time having your own wheels.
Nothing has really come close to giving me that feeling since.
 
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One of the most defining, most unforgettable time in my life was my first car at 16 years old.

My Dad sold me his daily work driver for 175 bucks.
It was a 1952 Chevy two door, you know, that ugly green color...pretty homely really.
Best day of my life...I was mobile!
My Dad though, wasn't through.
He, living vicariously through me had some cool ideas.
First, he had a genius friend of his replace the stock engine with a six banger truck engine, complete with all the porting and polishing and a hot Milling race cam...probably putting out around 300 HP, huge back then.
MASSIVE HP for the time. (1965). (actually beat some Mustangs back then)

At any rate, fried the 2 speed automatic with the extra HP, and ended up with a three speed on the tree.

All in all, just a magical time having your own wheels.
Nothing has really come close to giving me that feeling since. It was a beautiful time.

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Mine was a 1959 Dodge Coronet. Yeah, the one that had fins a foot long. 318, push button automatic trany and the speedomator changed colors the faster you drove. It was a hand me down from my mom.

This was one of the ugliest cars you could imagine in 1968. It was pink and white. My buddies named it the "Tiddy Pink Watermelon Buggy". laughed their butts off, but they climbed in every time we wanted to go cruising on the Restless Ribbon known as Brookside.

I will never forget the day my parents co-signed me for a used 1965 Mustang, my second car, but that's another story.

Fond memories......
 
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My father co-opted this and painted a company sign on it. So, I bought a 46 Pontiac with Hydramatic transmission and a straight six that must have been five feet long. The car was by far the largest that I have ever owned and had 80 pounds per square inch balloon tires. A child could stand behind the front seat. It was tall enough, and there was that much leg room. Must have been twenty feet long. The early hydramatic transmissions were huge, as big as most engines of today.
 
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Of course I blew up the first engine & after removing the engine ourselves, installing a "loaner v-dub" and waiting about a week to ten days and reversed the process and reinstalling my renewed 'muscle'...
Not long after the rebuild job my Pops knew a guy from the racetrack that sold me a '73 Mercury Capri that was a nice car.
 
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My dad (and I as labor) contracted to lay water lines in rural NE Oklahoma when I was 14. A very old couple bargained a 1946 Ford 2 door sedan for the meter and lines running to their house. $200 total. I paid my dad by forgoing a part of my salary. I drove it without a license for two years. Sold it when I was 17 for $300. I held the record for the number of people in a car entering Hilltop Drive-In on $1 Buck Night.
 
I had saved up $2000 through the formative years working many jobs as a kid, so the Pops and I went car shopping. I spotted a 69 Boss Mustang and damn I wanted it. The old man told the sales guy, "He'd kill himself in that. We're not buying that one." So the lame sales guy wanting to close a deal for the day, points out a 67 Mustang Coupe w/ a straight six. Hell it needed a new starter put in it before we even picked it up. But it was mine, all mine and a wonderful time of being 'set free' to explore the dark side of the moon. Little did Pops know, that within a couple of months, my buddies and I dropped a 289 in it. He never knew.

Good times.

KC, man I'd love to have that Dodge Coronet today.
 
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Interesting responses fellows, and thanks by the by.
My second car was unique.
The same fellow that made the hot rod engine for the Chevy had a mafia mobile I ended up with.

It was a 41 Pontiac, black, with a 1959 Buick V8 engine. Had working AC, power brakes and steering, automatic transmission.
It's what we call a sleeper.
It was really a tire peeler but a money pit in hindsight.
I got around 8 or 9 tickets with that one. They profiled me back then in Lawton. Bastids.
 
Dang Nota, 69 Boss 302?

I understand those are fetching 30 grand now, with no engine! Yikes...

Yep it was nice, a 4 yr old trade in by someone. But he was right. It was way too much car for a 16 yr old. BTW, I paid $1100 drive out for the 67. So I had money left over. It was the first time I ever spent any of my saved money except when I bought a record player to spin some 45s.
 
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You so right Dave...the Mug!

'Back then' it was just another mindset in that if you were old enough to drive and had the cash, it was like..."A case of Coors and if you'd put that in the trunk for me".

Back when drinking was cool and hip...before the ugly thing it became.:)

BTW, a case of Coors, 12 ounce cans...maybe nine bucks?

Actually Dave, i was referencing Boxes ice dock.
The drive through booze vendor there in Lawton, circa late sixties.
 
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Mine was a 1966 Fiat 660. Four cylinder with four on the floor, had about 45 horses and could only go about 55 mph. Loved that fun little car.

Iasooner and some guys we ran with managed to put it on the front porch of my parent's house while I was at the prom with my girlfriend (she went to a different high school). We took my Dad's car, so they thought it would be funny to put my car on the porch.
 
KC, man I'd love to have that Dodge Coronet today.

Yeah, so do I. It looks a lot cooler now than when I was 16.
This one's for sale for 52 grand.


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I never had a bug, but did have a VW bus for 3 or 4 years.
Terribly underpowered...50 brake HP. Just pitiful.

I had some good times in it.
I removed the center seat to facilitate some carnal activities, and more than one time the clean up guy at the drive in woke me and my very naked girlfriend up at 4 in the morning after getting his free show. The perv.
 
I never had a bug, but did have a VW bus for 3 or 4 years.
Terribly underpowered...50 brake HP. Just pitiful.

I had some good times in it.
I removed the center seat to facilitate some carnal activities, and more than one time the clean up guy at the drive in woke me and my very naked girlfriend up at 4 in the morning after getting his free show. The perv.


You little devil dog.....Give me the year on the WV bus and I'll see if I can get a picture posted............I've already got your naked girlfriends picture.........HA!
 
Had a bit of an unusual situation as a kid. My father was a part-time minister, part-time mechanic. In western Oklahoma, there were always a lot of old rundown cars about to die. Typically, the junkyard would give them $40 for an old car. When they brought one into the garage that they were looking to salvage or see if it should be taken to junk, I would outbid the junk yard. By the age of fifteen, I had owned about eight cars. I had a 39 Ford, 46 Pontiac, 50 Chevy powerglide, 54 Desoto, 50 Studebaker, 51 Henry J, 38 Dodge pickup, 52 or 53 Dodge. That's just the ones that I can remember. Some I had for about two weeks while we took the seats from one to put in another, or taking the engine or transmission from one and putting it in another. Took a radio out of one. I'd sell whatever I didn't want to the junk yard, or we would fix them up and sell them. I think about two went straight to the junk yard after being raided. I can only remember driving the 39 Ford, 46 Pontiac, 50 Studebaker, 51 Henry J, and either the DeSoto or Dodge (didn't last long). I never paid more than $65, usually about $50.
 
Had a bit of an unusual situation as a kid. My father was a part-time minister, part-time mechanic. In western Oklahoma, there were always a lot of old rundown cars about to die. Typically, the junkyard would give them $40 for an old car. When they brought one into the garage that they were looking to salvage or see if it should be taken to junk, I would outbid the junk yard. By the age of fifteen, I had owned about eight cars. I had a 39 Ford, 46 Pontiac, 50 Chevy powerglide, 54 Desoto, 50 Studebaker, 51 Henry J, 38 Dodge pickup, 52 or 53 Dodge. That's just the ones that I can remember. Some I had for about two weeks while we took the seats from one to put in another, or taking the engine or transmission from one and putting it in another. Took a radio out of one. I'd sell whatever I didn't want to the junk yard, or we would fix them up and sell them. I think about two went straight to the junk yard after being raided. I can only remember driving the 39 Ford, 46 Pontiac, 50 Studebaker, 51 Henry J, and either the DeSoto or Dodge (didn't last long). I never paid more than $65, usually about $50.

Henry make some bad ass Hot rods these days.
 
Henry make some bad ass Hot rods these days.
The best hot rod that we ever made of one of them was from the 38 Dodge pickup. I bought a 50 chevy with a shot transmission but a good engine for about $50. The pickup was $35. I took the seats from the chevy and put them into my Henry J. I put the radio into my Dodge or DeSoto, one or the other. My father took the Chevy engine and put it into the 38 Dodge pickup. The engines that pulled the powerglide transmissions had to have some power, just to run the things. It was a lot larger than the engine in the pickup. It was so hot that we had to put weight into the rear end to keep the wheels on the ground while accelerating. My father sold it for $800.
 
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