How about pics of car you got your first drivers license in.
These are photos of the car models.
I learned to drive in a 1953 Willies Pickup that had a Kaiser Frasier 6 in it with an aftermarket toilet paper oil filter. That was the family car any of my brothers and I could drive. Top end was maybe 55 MPH.
The car I took my drivers test in was the family 1963 Ford Galaxy (no seatbelts :rolleyes: ). That Ford had "Power Assist Brake" proudly displayed on the brake pedal. The driver examiner was a bit intimidating and when he entered the car he said, "I'm going to test your reflexes by telling you to STOP, and when I tell you to STOP you had better stop as fast as you can!" A couple blocks into the driver's test the examiner points and says, " I want you to stop up..." and I stomped that power brake pedal with both feet! That Ford skidded to an abrupt stop and the examiner got stuffed into the the area between the padded dashboard and the windshield, clipboard and all! Sill don't know how he didn't break the front windshield. Somehow I passed.
:steering:
I made enough money working two jobs after school to by a 1964 Chevy Impala SS with a 283 / 3 speed on the floor. My dad told me that if I could afford the car payment, insurance and gas, I was a man. He also said that if I'm a man I had to pay rent to live there. My heart fell to the floor. I could barely afford the car. My dad thought that was funnier than Hell and laughed uncontrollably. My dad thought stuff like that was funny.
Its interesting that a kid making $1.20 minimum wage after school could afford a six year old car and today I make six figures and cringe at even trying to buy a six year old car let alone a pickup truck.
These are photos of the car models.
I learned to drive in a 1953 Willies Pickup that had a Kaiser Frasier 6 in it with an aftermarket toilet paper oil filter. That was the family car any of my brothers and I could drive. Top end was maybe 55 MPH.
The car I took my drivers test in was the family 1963 Ford Galaxy (no seatbelts :rolleyes: ). That Ford had "Power Assist Brake" proudly displayed on the brake pedal. The driver examiner was a bit intimidating and when he entered the car he said, "I'm going to test your reflexes by telling you to STOP, and when I tell you to STOP you had better stop as fast as you can!" A couple blocks into the driver's test the examiner points and says, " I want you to stop up..." and I stomped that power brake pedal with both feet! That Ford skidded to an abrupt stop and the examiner got stuffed into the the area between the padded dashboard and the windshield, clipboard and all! Sill don't know how he didn't break the front windshield. Somehow I passed.
:steering:
I made enough money working two jobs after school to by a 1964 Chevy Impala SS with a 283 / 3 speed on the floor. My dad told me that if I could afford the car payment, insurance and gas, I was a man. He also said that if I'm a man I had to pay rent to live there. My heart fell to the floor. I could barely afford the car. My dad thought that was funnier than Hell and laughed uncontrollably. My dad thought stuff like that was funny.
Its interesting that a kid making $1.20 minimum wage after school could afford a six year old car and today I make six figures and cringe at even trying to buy a six year old car let alone a pickup truck.