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You Never Forget Your First Set of Wheels
G&G readers recall the sometimes-imperfect-but-always-beloved cars and trucks that got them on the road
In a recent Talk of the South newsletter, we asked readers to tell us about their first car or truck. Here are some of the many responses:
Once I had a full-time job, my dad took me to buy a car. We went to Ussery Volkswagen in Savannah and bought a stick-shift baby-blue Volkswagen. Then the fun began. I was the only sibling my dad taught to drive. He took me to Bonaventure Cemetery to learn. The logic was I couldn’t hurt anyone there because they’re already deceased. —Cathy E.
A baby-blue, four-on-the-floor Ford Pinto with an eight-track player between the two front seats, so you could shove the tape in with your elbow. And it had an ah-OOO-gah horn! —Annette H.
Inherited a 1972 Chevy C10 long-bed pickup from my dad in 1974. Still driving it today. —William M.
My first vehicle, at the ripe age of sixteen, circa 1980 or ’81, was my father’s 1976 Ford F-150 with “three on the tree.” If you can drive that, you can drive most anything. —Rose W.
A ’60 Chevy station wagon I bought to help haul around the equipment for our band. It had 95,000 miles on it at time of purchase. Oh, if it could only talk. —Bayou A.
I had a girly, girl car. It was an automatic, pink 1959 Ford Fairlane with buttons, knobs, and shifter all in faux pearl. The seats were pink, black, and white. Back then, it was really beautiful to a sixteen-year-old girl. —Peggy M.
A used British racing green Karmann Ghia. Paid $900 for it. Drove it from Birmingham to Sanibel Island with no AC. Those were the days. —Tommy H.
She was a beauty. A 1965 baby blue Mustang coupe, with a stick shift. Washed her just about every day. Took her up Pikes Peak on my honeymoon. —Gail T.
Old Blue! 1960-something Ford Galaxie 500. Passed down from my older brother, who had spray-painted it blue. Wasn’t much of a car, but I finally had wheels to drive to high school and didn’t have to take the school bus anymore. —Tammy B.
1964 Impala SS, pale yellow with black interior, nine-inch chrome reverse wheels, dual chrome flared exhaust pipes, just enough air shocks to make it look a tad faster than it was—which was plenty! Great memories—windows down, Southern rock blasting from eight-track tape player, and cruising through North Georgia mountains. Best car ever. —Ruth F.
A citrus green 1970 eight-cylinder RS Camaro. I bought it with my own money. I felt so sexy and privileged, and it was all mine. We had a parkway that went from our church to a park at the end of it. My best friend had a Firebird, and we raced every Sunday after church. I won every time. Go Camaro! —Pamela J.
My first car was a sad gray ’49 six-banger Plymouth coup. My daddy bought it for my brother and me for $300 in 1960. It didn’t take us long to strip it down, paint it black with bright red rims and moon caps. —Bob
“The Bullet.” A brown Datsun B210. Probably still running somewhere around Alabama. —Melinda P.
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