How about pics of car you got your first drivers license in.

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Someone hit my dad's Falcon wagon with no insurance, car was totaled.
S0 dad rode a bike to work rest of the week, a day or two. He took his paycheck and his cash on hand to the Chevy dealership on the same street we lived on, He bought the Loss Leader Nova. Three on tree, AM Radio, Heater and a 230 straight six. Rubber mat car. Nova was Gray looked just like Mopar Gunmetal Gray and Black vinyl bench Dog Dish poverty caps.
Be a cool car to have today
I learned to drive on work vans and trucks that were also 3 on tree. Onevofbtge vans was a Dodge 3 on tree 225. 1st had to be full stop. We always loaded the crap out that van. It was slow but pulled any load.
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Longitudinal V6 with 215 HP. My dad LOVED this car.
 
My first car, was a 73 Challenger rallye 318 in 1977 same color as this one but no vinyl roof but a rallye hood. I had the car for three days and a guy ran a stop sign and smashed the driver's side quarter. I was just getting used to the car and it ended up in the body shop for a month. :rolleyes: Owned mine for 30 years.

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No Reserve: Restored 1973 Dodge Challenger

Like many folks, when it comes to the first-generation Dodge Challenger, given the choice I'd probably rather own a 1970 or '71 model in most circumstances. But as I keep staring at this 1973 example, I'm finding very little at all that's making me not want to see this one parked in my...
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No pics, but the car I took my drivers license test in was my Mom's 66 Slowsmobile 4 door. I was at Camp Daniel Boone in Boy Scouts Summer Camp on my 16th birthday. My Mom drove up (30ish miles) to get me and take me to the NC Highway Patrol Station to get my license on my 16th birthday. It was a complete surprise! I drove from the camp back to Asheville and got my license, and drove back to Camp Daniel Boone in time to do The Mile Swim for the merit badge in the coldest assed lake in NC!
 
1972 Barracuda. 318 with Slap Stick automatic. I think it was B5 blue when we got it in 1983. Dad and I fixed the rust and painted it a very dark blue. Put a 1850 Holley on a Performer intake. Heddman headers and dual exhaust perked it up pretty good. I had to have another one and am rebuilding a 73 Cuda with a 340. Paid a LOT more for the current train wreck than the $800 he paid for the 72.

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Took my license test in Mom's 84 Reliant. Looked just like this one.
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Couldn't use my car as the reverse lights weren't working.

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'83, late Grandpap's, still My Folk's then....I took over ownership ~'86.....I still have it.
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The hood injury was Grandpap's incident w/a Ford trk. bumper after a panic stop. I traded the Poncho rims for GLH rims & put 15×7" Olds ralleys painted body color on it.
 
I was in such a rush to get my license after completing driver's ed, that I begged my mom to go to the station that Friday. It was October and the thing to do in those parts back then was go to JayCees haunted houses and party, which I was anxious to do as the driver rather than a passeger.

We got there just in time and after the parking cones incident, and...

traveling down a residential street (no closed course in OH), a group of kids were playing football.
The instructor said "honk the horn", and when I did, the kid closest to me took his eye off the ball he was about to catch and the ball hit the windshield right in front of the instructor's face.

I passed, but we got back to the station after they had shut down the printer.
They gave me to option to come back Monday, or take a piece of paper saying the license was issued but not yet printed, which of course I took.

After getting home, I called friends and we all got a case of "Little Kings" and headed to the nearest haunted house. It was a very cool experience except...

On the way out of the parking lot a sheriff lit me up.
He had never seen the "license pending but valid" paper before and it took a few minutes of discussion and radio time to settle that.

I also got my first sobriety test. YAY. Which I passed three times. Both of the officers didn't quite believe it. They made us pour out the remaining three bottles. (I quietly told my friend to "take a long time" pouring them out so it didn't seem like there wasn't anything left).

After some more discussion and questions, we were let go and they followed me for about 2 blocks before turning off.

That's the rest of my "eventful" getting my license story.
 
I parked it because the cops were given me such a hard time (1981 time frame). Then sold it to pay for my Trade School. Wish I still had it. It was originally the yellow body color that had the Mod Top.
However most of the top was ripped part. Side pipes were functional for about a year. My passengers kept burning their legs on them, so had to take them off. The engine was a .30 over 318 with a Crane cam, Offenhauser intake, and 489s in the rear. Really fun to zip around town.

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Took my driver's license test in Mom's 66 Mustang that looked exactly like this one, with 289 auto floor shift, no console, pony interior. Then I drove to school and Mom took the car home. After school, I road the bus home. And, there sat my 71 Honda CL 100 on the sidewalk with tag and insurance. Grabbed my helmet and away I went.
 
This is the 1960 Desoto 4 door hardtop I not only learned how to drive in but also was my very first car in 1971. My Grandfather bought this new and paid cash for it. Upgraded to a 1968 Chrysler Newport Custom in 1968 and our family had it as a family car for the next 3 years before I was given it as a Christmas gift in 1971. Just your basic 383 2 barrel.

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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.
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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.

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Duggie said:
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.
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Yeah, at 16 I drove an 11 year old car, and today at 61, I drive a 28 year old car.
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1966 Dart, my first car. My Dad highly suggested that I buy a neighbors car when I was 14, and told me I had two years to fix it. I fixed it in one year and this was the result...... The next year seemed to be the longest of my life at the time. He was a muscle car guy and of course it had to be fast and it was with a 340/727. I was a Starsky and Hutch fan in 1975 so that's the reason for my paintjob, it screams 70's, and the taste of a 14 year old. I did all the work myself, paid for it and with the verbal help of my Dad and his connections with local shops and junk yards for parts, it was good to go a year before I took my driving test. In late 1976 I got a 100% and when I drove me and my Dad home from DMV, I asked if I could just take a drive alone, he said certainly! I got pulled over two blocks away because the cop thought I was too young to drive! When he asked for my license, I proudly showed him and was on my way. My Dad was a very smart man, I never, ever ask him to borrow his car!

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