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Friends, we had this car in “Hunter Green” instead of Blue.
I took it to girls’ houses to pick them up on dates.
Their fathers let them get in.
Bow before me.
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April 15, 2010 7:42 am
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I had one in maroon. The transmission would go wonky every now and then and I’d have to slither under the car with a hammer and whack in a particular place while the engine was running.
This was not as much fun as it sounds.
That’s nothing. I had a 74 pinto.
I’m not sure whether it is a reflection of my appeal or the girls’ desparation that caused them to get In the car with me and their fathers to allow it.
Why did you have such a car?
LeeAnn, given the size of that engine compartment you could have probably crawled in through the top!
Maybe we can get THS to regale us with some of her AMC stories…
LOL – the fathers probably took one look at the car and thought – nothing to fear there.
“Have fun, honey. I’ll be up all night, cleaning my shotgun.”
As I had occasion to remark elsewhere, the Seventies got all over EVERYTHING. It’s impossible to scrub that stuff out.
Teresa, when they saw me in that car, all preppily decked out in my multitudinous layers of collars and pastel hues, they surely thought “Now there is a nocturnal gregarious swine on his way up!”
Absolutely!
I was there, y’know.
“You’d find yourself in 1970 wearing a polyester suit with wide collars and a tie whose knot was the size of a baby’s head, looking at a wood-grained plastic dashboard in an ugly car, the radio playing Mungo Jerry, wondering how the hell this happened.”
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I was going to say that at least it wasn’t a Pinto, but Skyler wins that particular point. I had a Ford Fiesta. 🙁
I had an ’86 Ford Festiva that was painted yellow with a black interior.
Every time I drove it I felt like I was mating with a bumblebee.
As Nightfly noted, it was the seventies. Most of the country was either depressed, stoned, or crazy. Or some combination.
Bingley probably could get all his dates in that thing at the same time (unless he was into plus sizes) then made bets with friends to see how long it took them to get out.
I didn’t have that problem with my ’68 Beetle. Got a flat one time and tried to jack it up. The wheel stayed on the ground because the frame bent.
I don’t know what year mine was, but after having it for about a month, I discovered the back seat was infested with ants. A couple of fumigations later and it was cured.
The car only lasted a few months before it threw a rod.
Not nearly as girlfriend’s Dad friendly as my first car, a 1963 Rambler Classic. That is, until they found out it had a reclining front bench seat. Queen sized bed on wheels…
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I had a freind whose parents not only owned this piece of (let us say excrement) but also a Renault Le’ Car. The Le’ Car actually lost pierces of trim om the way home from the dealership. Made the AMC look like a Caddilac
Skyler, my aunt had a Pinto, too!
firstly, your chutzpa meter was pegged.
secondly, their fathers thought, “I have nothing to fear from this boy”
so again, like Teresa said… 🙂
gregor, that’s just…awesome.
marc, I wish I could claim chutzpa, but the sad fact is those were the only car keys I had access to.
But the results were ok.
Ah, the Le Car! Reminds me of a story: many many years ago my company was in fact a french company, and as such we’d get interns over from France every summer who were related to various VIPs. One year we had a lovely young lady whose boyfriend also came over to spend the summer in NYC. His name was “Frederic” and he owned a Le Car.
So we always referred to him as “Le Fred.”
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I had a 66 Plymouth Belvedere Wagon with tires so bald you could see the air in them. I bow to no one.
Well, I had a ’79 Fairmont. It was laughably bad in poor weather – to the point that if a cloud happened to stray across the blazing summer sun, the flippin’ thing would start fishtailing. The trunk was broad and long and about six inches deep. In the winter I had to scrape BOTH SIDES of the windshield – inside AND out – and the horn worked by pushing on the turn signal stick. When a vandal stole it out of the steering column, I was doubly hosed. I was known in those days as that kid who fixed his car with a chopstick.
Still, I think I run a poor third to Rob and Bings.
I had a 66 Plymouth Belvedere Wagon with tires so bald you could see the air in them. I bow to no one.
New kind of sp@m?
hahaha, yeah. But I took out the hyperlink just to mess with their minds!