My First Car

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If you’ve been following my blog, you may have already read about the fact that I didn’t learn to drive until I was a senior in college or get my license until the day I was moving from Western Maryland to the Eastern Shore to start teaching. I ended my post that day prior to getting my first car.

I’d like to thank the reader who reminded me that I’d promised to finish the story and asked me to please do so. So here goes.

I landed in Cambridge, Maryland, with a new drivers license but no car and was rooming at a boarding house beside Long Wharf. Without kitchen facilities, I had to eat every meal out. The High Spot opened for breakfast, and I could walk there easily enough. Good thing I liked their food, since other restaurants were appreciably further.

Equally good was the fact I was teaching at the old Cambridge High School, which I could walk to, also. It was further from my boarding house than the High Spot, though. Much further.

I was in a bit of a quandary about how I would get anywhere else in Cambridge without a car, but one of my mother’s aunts was kind enough to provide a solution. Not only did she die at a convenient time, she left me her old Chevy. Although I used to enjoy visiting in her home, I hadn’t seen her in years. Nonetheless, I appreciated her more than ever at learning of my inheritance.

I’m a little hazy on how I took delivery of her car. Either my parents drove separately to Cambridge or my father drove my “new” car and I drove him back to Cumberland, a four-hour drive at best.

But either way, I had a car. Hmm. An older Chevy, boring blue, no radio. Power steering and power brakes, neither of which I was used to. Boy, did I have problems keeping from oversteering and overbraking! But I didn’t kill myself or anyone else. And at least I had a car.

I’d become friends with another first year teacher, and we decided to get an apartment together. That freed up some of the budget that I’d had to use on all of those meals out.

Bob–I’ll omit his last name not to protect him, but because I can’t recall how to spell it correctly–had just bought a new car. A beautiful burgandy Ford LTD with a super sound system. It even had an eight-track tape player! (Did I fail to mention this was 1968?)

So I decided to do some car shopping. At least I had something to trade in. I needed to go inexpensive, though. Make that cheap.

I fell in love with a white 1968 Mustang with black vinyl roof. If memory serves correctly, it cost a whopping $3600 (I was making $5700 a year). I knew the payments on that car would keep me broke, and I was apt to be very cautious about money. Especially since I’d never been in debt before

So I reluctantly compromised and bought a 1968 Ford Falcon. Blue body and white top. Not vinyl. $2400. Payments I could afford.

That car served me well for a number of years. It was still drivable even after the hood blew up (as in “flew up because it wasn’t properly latched”) and crinkled so badly it wouldn’t shut easily. I had to sit on it and bounce to get it shut, much to the amusement of everyone who saw me do it. And the embarrassment of my first wife, who managed to total that car a short time later.

We replaced the Falcon with a Honda Civic. Some of you remember the old Civics. Bright orange. Required the use of a choke to get it started. I’m certainly much happier with my current bright red Civic.

But the Falcon was the last car that was just mine for many years. Our one car played the role of family car.

This story may not be the most exciting one you’ll read today, but I’ve really enjoyed reliving those memories.Thanks for listening.

What was your first car? How about leaving a comment and telling us about it?


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4 thoughts on “My First Car

  1. My first car was a 1968 Ford LDT Braughm (sp?) that I bought for $450 in 1976. My brother was into body work at that time and he lovingly painted it for me in a metalic grayish brown. That car moved me to NY when I first married at 19 and I sold it for $425 in about 1981 when I was a stay-at-home Mom and we needed the parking space and money more than we needed additional transportation. Luckily, we live in a small village in upstate NY and the grocery store was only about a block away.


  2. Remembering my first car and reading about yours brought back fond memories and smiles. My first car was a 1936 Plymouth Coupe. I purchased for $100.00 in 1952. I worked for two weeks in my brother’s auto body shop for the privilege of painting my car. When the time came, I had so many “runs”, in the very ugly green pain, that I wiped them out with a shop rag and ended up with cotton sticking to the wet paint. My brother rescued me for another week’s work and painted the car.(still green) Had so much fun in that old car until I graduated high school and joined the Marine Corps. Too many more happy stories for such a small apace. First car’s are a milestone in a young boy’s life that will not soon be forgotten.


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