Joanna over at Fifty Factor wrote a post the other day that was so fun. She recounted how she got her first car and what kind it was. I loved reading it. It made me think back to my first car. She named her cars, but I never have really. Although Buster was driving Little Blue Thunder when I met him. He names his cars sometimes.
I can not find a picture of my very first car, but here is what it looked like except for the wide green stripe.
I found this picture on the internet of an original advertisement:
My first car was a 1977 Datsun 200sx. My dad and I bought this car in 1984 during my sophomore year of college. So it wasn’t new, but it was a great car and I loved it. It was sporty and fun. I remember the top of the back cloth seat was so faded and sun damaged. You could poke your finger right thru the fabric. But I didn’t care. It got me thru the years of college that I attended and then I rolled into Atlanta at the ripe old age of 19 ready to start working and a new life.
One morning on my way to work, I was in the middle lane of I-285 that loops the perimeter of Atlanta, GA and my car just quit. It was 7:30 a.m. in rush hour - bumper to bumper morning traffic. I was petrified. I had no idea what to do. This was before cell phones of course. I could not even get to the shoulder of the road. I got out of my car and put the hood up and got back in and started crying.
I remember all I could think of while I was sitting there in my broken down car was the traffic report on the radio. I just knew I would be the one they were talking about. I would be the one that was making a half million people late for work in Atlanta, Georgia that morning. TEARS!
Anyway, this wonderful trucker (God Bless him) came to my rescue. He stopped his big rig right behind my car and got out and looked at the engine. He immediately spied the problem. One of the battery cables had popped off the battery. He put it back on and tightened best he could by hand and my car cranked. I was so relieved and off and rolling again. I looked under there too but I guess thru the tears I couldn’t see the dangling battery cable. ha. I’m such a girl…I’m sorry.
Not too long after that the clutch went out. I know it was normal wear and tear, but I started thinking I needed a newer car that wouldn’t break down on me.
So in 1986 I headed out to the Nissan dealership by myself and found the car I wanted. I fell in love with it. The headlights rolled up at the turn of a switch. I felt so cool. It was a 1985 barely used 200SX, but now it was called Nissan and not Datsun. I negotiated with a saleslady as I recall. She was as new to selling cars as I was to purchasing them. As we finished the negotiation I had the dealership call my dad in Florida and tell him everything they were telling me so I wouldn’t be making any huge mistakes. He felt like they were making me a fair deal so I drove off the lot in the first car I purchased on my own. With the help of 48 month financing….
Here I am the proud owner of my first picked out and purchased myself car:
I wrecked this car (my one and only wreck so far) back in 1987 just before Buster and I got engaged.
I was fine and it was repaired, but it was never really the same. We continued to drive it for about a year after we got married and then traded for another car in 1989.
So there you have it. The story of my first car(s).
How about you. I’d love to know about your first car.