My Cavalcade of Cars
Car shopping, and getting nostalgic about (some of) the cars of my past.
1968 Ford Falcon Sports Cooo-Pay. Mine had a white-and-black exterior, white vinyl bucket seats, a 302, and all the girlies' heads a-turnin.
1973 Chevy Vega. This one might have lasted 70,000 miles, but I doubt it. Sisters' car.
1972 Ford Maverick. Mom's car. Also had a 302, and an 8-track. Smoke on the Water, man. By the time it died, my sister was driving it. She dared the bill collectors to come get it.
1965 Chevy Impala. Back seats so huge I could lie stretched out and neither my feet not head would touch the doors. Nice 327. Bought it from the neighbors for $325. Mine was a 4-door, and the same color as this -- robin-egg-shell blue, baby.
1978 Ford Thunderbird. Big and black cruiser. 400 cubic inches, and my buddy and I put an Edelbrock manifold and a Holly 4-barrel carb on it. Shade tree mechanics, us.
1949 Chevy Styleline Deluxe. By far my coolest car. Mine was black and sharp. Fender skirts. Metal visor. Back seats like a limo. Lost a piece of my soul when I got hard up for cash and sold it.
1965 Ford F-100. Old Yeller. Faithful and true. Hauled band gear for Mauschovonian Love Beat, and my belongings for many years.
1993 Ford Ranger. For 13 years. Still straight and still running, but ready for retirement to the land of weekend yard work.
1968 Ford Falcon Sports Cooo-Pay. Mine had a white-and-black exterior, white vinyl bucket seats, a 302, and all the girlies' heads a-turnin.
1973 Chevy Vega. This one might have lasted 70,000 miles, but I doubt it. Sisters' car.
1972 Ford Maverick. Mom's car. Also had a 302, and an 8-track. Smoke on the Water, man. By the time it died, my sister was driving it. She dared the bill collectors to come get it.
1965 Chevy Impala. Back seats so huge I could lie stretched out and neither my feet not head would touch the doors. Nice 327. Bought it from the neighbors for $325. Mine was a 4-door, and the same color as this -- robin-egg-shell blue, baby.
1978 Ford Thunderbird. Big and black cruiser. 400 cubic inches, and my buddy and I put an Edelbrock manifold and a Holly 4-barrel carb on it. Shade tree mechanics, us.
1949 Chevy Styleline Deluxe. By far my coolest car. Mine was black and sharp. Fender skirts. Metal visor. Back seats like a limo. Lost a piece of my soul when I got hard up for cash and sold it.
1965 Ford F-100. Old Yeller. Faithful and true. Hauled band gear for Mauschovonian Love Beat, and my belongings for many years.
1993 Ford Ranger. For 13 years. Still straight and still running, but ready for retirement to the land of weekend yard work.