I learned to drive at a fairly young age, taking my Mom’s car for a joyride when I was 12. I likely would NOT have been caught if I hadn’t stopped to replace the gas I used. Yeah, I scraped the post heading to the pump, but my Dad found another excuse for that. He just shrugged it off when the car started so easily the next morning (winter, Colorado). But it was the nosy attendant at the service station that was my downfall. Why, oh why did he have to mention to my Dad the next week that he was surprised I was old enough to be driving????
After I served my sentence for that foolishness and actually got a driver’s license, my adolescence was spent driving my Mom’s Lincoln or my Datsun station wagon with no radio or A/C. It’s funny, considering my history, but when I was 16 my parents were far more likely to let me go somewhere if I was the driver instead of a passenger.
Just for fun, a list of the cars I’ve owned:
1969 Datsun station wagon (it actually belonged to my parents, but it was MY car!)
1972 Chevrolet Corvette convertible. A wedding present from my husband. I wrecked it (and it melted) about 3 months after we were married.
1971 Cadillac – shared with my husband. Yuck, no fun sharing a car!
1964 Mustang – my Dad bought it cheap for my little sister and I can’t remember why she wasn’t driving it. No A/C, standard transmission, and fun to drive. No longer sharing a vehicle!
1975 Mercury Monarch. Don’t laugh. It got me where I needed to go.
1976 Buick Lesabre. It was brown. It was boring, but also reliable.
1980 Buick Regal Turbo. My second go at horsepower.
1983 Chrysler New Yorker. A great car on snow and ice, low and heavy.
1988 Ford LTD – a great car in water, high and light.
1993 Ford Taurus SHO – see previous post.
1993 Cadillac – the V-6 hulkmobile
1998 Cadillac – mmm… Northstar!
These were *my* cars. My husband owned different vehicles, and some of the above were kept for a while instead of traded in. We have a 4 door 1966 Pontiac sitting in the back yard that I hope will someday be running again. I want to wear a polka-dotted shirtwaist dress and straw hat while I’m riding in it.
At my age, I think it’s appropriate to create a new category – nostalgia.