tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post115535241930360041..comments2023-08-09T10:19:05.152-05:00Comments on intentional focus: My first car was a 1986 Black Mustangi am nothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18171163606325855644noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155581462031107582006-08-14T13:51:00.000-05:002006-08-14T13:51:00.000-05:00My first car was a red 1980 mustang with white lea...My first car was a red 1980 mustang with white leather interior and a hole in the floor under the gas pedal. It was a stick...remember those? Trying to learn how to drive that car was less than a fun experience. I remember stoping at a stop sign, killing the car and trying to restart it about 30 times...filled the neighborhood with smoke, the car jumped off the ground every time I let the clutch out, people gathered around to watch me repeated attempts only to be told by my mother twenty minutes into this whole mess that I had it in second and that was probably my problem. I never drove with her again. My dad taught me in like 10 minutes...don't have to put the clutch in all the way to the floor...just feel when it grabs...OH! I get it now!<BR/><BR/>I've never owned a car that was made in the decade I am living in...I do resent that! Please tell Dr. Beautiful for me!Mommy Brainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10683992174755064509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155564806332645172006-08-14T09:13:00.000-05:002006-08-14T09:13:00.000-05:00I should add that I'm now a proud mini-van driving...I should add that I'm now a proud mini-van driving mama! who would have thought.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155564727774655172006-08-14T09:12:00.000-05:002006-08-14T09:12:00.000-05:00OH MY! My first car was not offically mine but whe...OH MY! My first car was not offically mine but when my aunt moved away I moved in on what I thought should be mine! A 1978 Toyota Celica, blue and my not so fond memory of it was hydoplaning in a rain strom and ending up facing oncoming traffic on the highway. Thank goodness angels moved my car because I swear I was frozen with fear and I don't actually remmber moving it off the road! I still get nervous driving in rain.<BR/>The first car I actually owned was a 1991 Subaru Legacy. Maroon four door 5 speed. I loved it until I totaled it! <BR/>My favorite car ever was a Nissian Maxima that Rick and I bought together when we were engaged. It was hunter green and had a Bose stereo in it and it went really fast! ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155513770497463942006-08-13T19:02:00.000-05:002006-08-13T19:02:00.000-05:00Mine was a 1986 Mercury Sable the color of dirt. ...Mine was a 1986 Mercury Sable the color of dirt. I got it from my parents for the bargain price of $2000 subtracted from my wedding fund. That beauty took many a trip to Denny's on 28th St, Studio 28 for midnight movies, and the "ethnic" Meijer. It also went on make-out trips to Immanuel Church on the Beltline. Great parking lot for parking when you live on campus.<BR/><BR/>I also smashed it up twice. The first was not my fault. I was on the way home from taking the ACT and got rear-ended and pushed into the car in front of me. Second time I rear-ended someone in the dark rain on Breton.<BR/><BR/>And of course it played Hair Metal all the time!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03279956477604083080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155504703282582862006-08-13T16:31:00.000-05:002006-08-13T16:31:00.000-05:00My first car was a green PIECE OF JUNK called Kerm...My first car was a green PIECE OF JUNK called Kermit. Pontiac Astre, I believe. I think they are extinct by now. My "dad" didn't even buy it, he traded some mini blinds for it. It was awful. No radio. No air. No nothing. It barely ran. *I* got in trouble everytime it broke down. I got blamed. It was because of something I did. Never was it my fault, the car should have been burned. And all this came from a father who had five lovely" cars all for himself; including a red RX 7. Sweet. And 4 other sweet ones. LOL! ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155501758389072592006-08-13T15:42:00.000-05:002006-08-13T15:42:00.000-05:00I have to admit that I never saved enough money to...I have to admit that I never saved enough money to buy a car for myself. My parents rule was that if I was in sports, I COULD not work! Imagine that! My dad was the athletic director at one of the local highschools and sports came before anything else!!! I did get an allowance to spend, but never anything substantial enough to save. So, because they felt sorry for us, I think, my grandparents gave us (my sister and I) their old burnt orange cutlass that was more rust than orange. It had only an am radio, but WLS am was THE station for the first couple of years so it wasn't that bad. We loved that car! The best memories I have are driving around our town and doing chinese firedrills each time we were at a stoplight! Life was good and music was the best back then... is there anyone else out there that was spoiled like me?one hot mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13054212681657748706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155493603208252632006-08-13T13:26:00.000-05:002006-08-13T13:26:00.000-05:00aahhh, yes. i remember that car very well. it br...aahhh, yes. i remember that car very well. it brought me to many parties on chester, torren, alexander, 28th & breton, etc. etc. i also remember the b-day party at my house for you during spring break. i think my parents never found out how the base of the cupboards broke and my neighbors never mentioned anything about half naked people running around the house during our game of "truth or dare." (if you're reading this dad, just ignore it:)<BR/><BR/>my first car (as you would also remember, jana) was a dark red 1990 buick regal. i bought it from my grandma and it was pretty sporty for a "grandma" car. some of my fondest memories of this car are (again, dad, if reading this please skip this part) driving back and forth from calvin to chicago and smoking with my friend natalie. we had a rule that we couldn't light up until we reached the expressway, but once we merged on, the lighters came out and the windows went down.<BR/><BR/>that car was great! it got me through 3 years of college and then i sold it to my sister-in-law the day before my wedding.<BR/> <BR/>thanks, jana for taking me for a trip down memory lane!!kkooishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04089307749449762881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25622507.post-1155440308738828132006-08-12T22:38:00.000-05:002006-08-12T22:38:00.000-05:00My first car was a gray Ford Escort. Two doors, s...My first car was a gray Ford Escort. Two doors, sunroof. My parents bought it right after I turned 16 so I could get to all the extracurricular stuff I needed to without them having to drive me (we lived about 20 minutes from school). The only thing I really remember about driving it was going back and forth to CCHS...and picking up Mark Meskimen and Julia Bowen when I drove past their bus stop. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com