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Show us your First Car

Congratulations to @Glamis7 and their awesome '55 Chevy for getting the most likes in our First Car car show!

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Join our virtual car show with this week's theme: Show Us Your First Car.

Reply to this post and include:

  • A few photos of your car
  • The car's year, make, and model
  • Your location
  • (Optional) A short write-up about the car’s history or significance to you

 

No car to submit? No problem. Have fun looking at the pictures and reading stories from others. And make sure you “like” your favorites!

 

The reply with the most likes by next Thursday 18 June will win this week’s show - earning unlimited bragging rights and some Hagerty social media love.

 
 
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1959 FIAT 500, next to my mother's '56 Chev 210 Handyman1959 FIAT 500, next to my mother's '56 Chev 210 Handyman

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The first car I ever bought that wasn't also supposed to be my everyday transportation was this 1968 Porsche 911T, and this was in about 1996. I paid $7900 for it, and I found it in a New Jersey classified ad. 

 

Picking up the car in Woodbury, NJ in about 1996...Picking up the car in Woodbury, NJ in about 1996...It had an interesting life, being seized off the streets of Astoria, Queens by the DEA at one point, but the guy I bought it from had made it a running and driving car again. While it still had it's original 110 hp T-spec six, it now had a Type 901 five speed in it, replacing the original Sportomatic, which was a good swap. It had also had the roof clip from a sunroof equipped 911 or 912 grafted on, the wrong wheels, an "interesting" paint scheme away from the original Irish Green it was born with, seats out of a 944...and so forth. It wasn't an original museum piece, just an old sports car at the time.

 

 

Road trip visiting family, probably Thanksgiving 1997 in Huntsville, Alabama...Road trip visiting family, probably Thanksgiving 1997 in Huntsville, Alabama...It had an interesting life, being seized off the streets of Astoria, Queens by the DEA at one point, but the guy I bought it from had made it a running and driving car again. While it still had it's original 110 hp T-spec six, it now had a Type 901 five speed in it, replacing the original Sportomatic, which was a good swap. It had also had the roof clip from a sunroof equipped 911 or 912 grafted on, the wrong wheels, an "interesting" paint scheme away from the original Irish Green it was born with, seats out of a 944...and so forth. It wasn't an original museum piece, just an old sports car at the time.

Later in years, after a lot of time, parts, and paint...Later in years, after a lot of time, parts, and paint... It stayed with me for over ten years, and I learned to love old cars and Porsches in particular from this experience. Over the years I painted it Arctic Silver, installed a gorgeous red interior from a '68 parts car- for $200, try doing that today- and even had the engine rebuilt with 2.2 S pistons and cylinders, Solex cams, and reworked the Webers. It would scream to 7200 rpm again and again, and I'll never forget the sound. I took this car with me from Delaware to Alabama to Texas for work, chased a girlfriend that became my wife in Colorado, and sold it to start a family and a business. Yeah, I wish I still had it, but everyone has reasons like this that they sold "the first one." I sold it to a guy in Zurich, Switzerland back in 2006 or so- I wonder if it's still out there? Every now and then I plug the VIN into Google, no hits yet!

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I tried to add text to the picture post but failed due to my limited computer skills.  Anyway this is my 1939 Plymouth 2 dr sedan that I received from my parents on my 16th birthday in 1980.  It was the smartest move they ever did, the car has manual steering, brakes, a loose steering box and does not go over 40mph unless you are going downhill with a tailwind.  The car I was looking to buy was a 71 javelin which I am sure I would have crashed.   I still own this car but it had not been on the road since 1987 since life happened and it sat in the garage all those years.  Fast forward to December 2019 and hagerty contacted me about a movie to be shot near me and they were looking for pre 1947 cars.  It was the kick in the rear I needed to get it back on the road.  After about a month of reviving the brakes, and fuel system I had it running and the pictures above are from when I was at the movie set.  Now I have many other older vehicles some on the road some not but I learned my lesson to not let them sit if they are road worthy.  

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My first car was an Austin America that I purchased on my 16th birthday with money earned from my paper route. Maybe it was a ‘68? This photo isn’t actually my car; back in the Mesozoic before smartphones we didn’t know that every waking moment was supposed to be photographed and shared so I’m doubtful that a lengthy search through the overstuffed shoeboxes in the closet would turn up anything.

Anyway, my car only looked like this the day I got it. The following morning was a Sunday and it was pouring so I was excited to deliver my papers in a nice dry car. And it was going great, I was just firing those heavy Sunday SF Chronicles off left and right and having a ball. One paper in particular sailed out of my hand through the passenger window in a perfect 30 yard parabola and landed right on the doorstep and I was transfixed. Then crunch! My right front fender slammed into a tree. Lesson learned-watch where you’re going.

 

We jerry rigged the fender so the headlight would point more or less in the same direction as the car and that was that. Except of course that wasn’t. The Austin turned out to be just about the safest car imaginable for a new teenage driver; thanks to Prince Lucas of Darkness the car almost never ran. I ended up selling it to a guy who had another America and needed a parts car. Yep, just like the joke about needing two Jaguars except considerably lower rent.

 

Further lesson learned: avoid finicky unreliable old British wheels and stick to solid American iron. So I replaced the Austin America with a Chevy Vega.

 

Needless to say, many more lessons learned were soon to be learned.

 

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My first car was a 1954 Chevrolet Belair 4 door. I was 14 when I bought it from a friend of my dad. My dad would not let me drive it until it had been gone through and made 100% safe to drive. The first thing was to remove the engine and completely rebuild it. It was bored and new pistons installed. I ported and polished the intake and exhaust manifolds and the Rochester carburetor got polished inside and out too. Put new brakes on front and back and once it was done it had to be dragged to be started because the clearance between the pistons and cylinder walls was 1/1000th of an inch. After starting it we let it run and went in the house. Less than 30 minutes later we heard a loud whistling hissing sound and went outside to see steam coming out of the grill. The engine had overheated breaking in those tight pistons. It took 3 more drag starts and letting the engine run for a while before the starter motor would turn the engine over and start it without dragging the car and popping the clutch. I drove the car to high school starting when I was 15 and I was a Sophomore. This car got me through high school and many more years after that. I was a bit heavy footed on that car with my blowing 7 transmissions, 7 clutches, 7 throw-out bearings, and one rear end after twisting an axle in two. All in all I had to get under the car and drop the drive shaft, and pull the transmission 21 times. At first it was an all day job but by the 21st change out I had perfected the process and it only took me 90 minutes. That was back in 1966 when I bought the car and when I was ready for another car I gave the car to a friend that needed and engine for his 1954 Chevy truck. I don't have photos of the car back when I was 15 until I gave it away because I didn't own a camera back then but I found a photo on the Internet showing the original color, white top on green bottom which I later painted orange. Great memories with that car. 

 

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My first car was a 1966 Mustang. I purchased it from my sister and brother-in-law on my 17th birthday for $100. 66 Mustang first car before 1.jpgI put a lot of work into the car and here's what it looked like a year later. 66 Mustang first car after 1a.jpg

I sold it a year later, and ever since then I swore I'd own another one someday. I finally bought another 1966 Mustang 23 years later, which I've now owned for 18 years. 

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I still have the Mustang promotional pillow I found 40 years ago, not sure how many were made or are still around...

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That is an incredible before and after!

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Disclaimer: This is not my car, but looks exactly like my car did.

 

I was born in 1957, and wanted my first car to be a 57 Chevy.  In 1972, at age 15, my step-dad told me he would buy me my first car as long as the price was within his means.  I started shopping around and found a 57 Chevy at a used car lot in Kansas City.  They wanted $500.  We went to look at it.  The body was in excellent condition, and it started and ran.  We test-drove it, and it seemed fine.  We talked the guy down to $300 and bought it.  We got it home, and parked it in the driveway.  With no license yet, I could not drive it on the street, but did pull it forward and backward in the driveway a few times.  Then one day it would not move.  Then one day, it would not start.  Dad was not a car guy, so he had no clue what was wrong.  I had fixed bicycles and lawn mowers before, so I tried to see if I could fix it.  That didn't work.  I got a family friend to look at it, and he said the dealer had put saw-dust in the transmission to keep it running temporarily.  The carb was shot, and it needed a complete tune-up.  I had no money, or knowledge of how to fix it.  So, there it sat.  It seemed like it just self-destructed while sitting there.  Finally, we sold the car for the $300 we'd paid for it, and my step-dad got his money back.  I got my license and learned to drive using dad's 1971 Buick Le Sabre.  I started teaching myself how to do simple work on the Buick, and little by little the things I learned to do mechanically grew.  A year later, I got a job as a junior mechanic and quickly learned to do all sorts of mechanical work I never dreamed of, and I got paid for it!  By time I got the next car of my own, a 67 Ford Galaxy, I could do everything to maintain it, except transmission work.  I still credit that old 57 Chevy for motivating me to learn to work on cars.

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At 12 years old I used $15.00 of my paper-route to buy a BMW Isetta 300. Missing a gas cap and with a gas tank half full of brown water that smelled like turpentine. Probably had a lot to do with it not running. A few days later the older brother of the seller turned up and offered to punch my nose if I didn't give him his car back. There was never any paper work so that seemed like a good idea.

I was 13 when the Deacon at church offered me a '49 Ford Woody station wagon his former tenants had abandoned in the yard. In pretty decent shape but the transmission and clutch were on the passenger floor. Dad towed it home with Mom driving. Got a $35 ticket for towing a $25 car without a safety chain.....

For three years I worked on my dream car. Got it back together properly, running well, refinished the all wood, did the upholstery, interior, everything.

Got my license on my 16th birthday - and wrecked it two weeks later in a routine traffic accident with serious consequences.

I would like to have that one back.....

 

 

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1959 Ford Popular. Purchased for 29 British pounds in 1971 - a paltry sum even in those days. I got it the year before I was eligible for a licence (17 yrs in UK) and it came with locked up rear brakes, hole in the floor and a tooth missing in, non syncro, first gear. I learned a lot about repairs that year with my dad's help. I didn't know then I would still be fixing old British cars so many years later as a collector AND living in Canada!

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 When I was 13, somehow I convinced my parents to let me buy my first car. I scraped up $20.00 and bought a 1959 Plymouth Fury Convertible. It was gold with a tan canvas top and a tan & gold interior. It had wide white-walls and duel exhaust. We had a very long driveway and I was allowed to drive up & down it. I learned basic mechanics like oil changes, grease jobs and tune ups. I was the envy of all my buddys!

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1965 Datsun 411

 

Much quicker than it had any right to be. This image taken after an incident with a Buick right front fender. Added sway bars and adjustable gas shocks. Almost rolled it driving an autocross event. Was finally taken out 3 AM one morning on the expressway, sideswiped by very large white Cadillac. 

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My first car is a 1957 Oldsmobile 88 Holiday sedan.  It has been in the family since day One.20161101_171753.jpg20150920_145738.jpg20150920_145853.jpg20161101_171705.jpg20161101_171828.jpg20161101_172017.jpg20161101_172032.jpg  My uncle returned from the Korean War and rewarded himself with this car, costing $3,200.  (He couldn't afford the Cadillac he wanted.)  He couldn't keep up the payments, so his mother took it over.  She drove it with a lead foot until 1968.  My oldest brother then bought it and drove it for one year, during his medical internship.  He then joined the USAF as a Flight Surgeon for the Vietnam War.  The car passed to another brother who drove it through college until the transmission went out in 1983 and it would only go 5 mph.  I bought it from him for $1.  I got a transmission from an 88 with a blown engine, junked behind a local garage.  My father took $50 off the mechanic's medical bill. (Yes, doctors did some bartering in those days.)  Another $50 and the transmission was installed and it's still going strong.  I drove it my last three years of college at IU and later leaving the church from our wedding, now 41 years ago.  I had it fully restored in 1985 from the ground up, down to the bare metal, keeping the original sky-blue metallic fleck paint, original engine and reproductions of the original white wall tires.  His name is "Blue Max" and he has less than 100K miles.  I now cruise the roads of southern Indiana.

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Here's mine - a 1958 Buick Super 56R - my original high school cruiser. I dragged it home in 1975 with a blown motor at age 15. Found a donor for a transplant, and put in enough hours pumping gas at the filling station to afford a cheap paint job and some WWWs by 1976 (when I got my license) and drove it in high school. Sold it in 1979 to my old girlfriend's dad and went overseas, never seeing her, or my beloved Buick, again for 30+ years... UNTIL I ran into her at a HS reunion in 2012 and discovered her brother still had my old Buick in a barn in Wisconsin. Bought it back in 2013, and have now just finished a six-year restoration on my no kiddin' first car! 

 

It is currently in my home state of Minnesota, but soon to be on its way to Germany, where we now live.  Needless to say, NOT FOR SALE!!!

 

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This "is" my first car when I turned 16 in 1967.  I say "is" because 50+ years late I still have it!  Ford made approx. 250K Jeeps for WW II compared to the approx. 500K made by Willys.  (If you are not familiar with Jeep history, the Ford Jeep is mostly identical to the Willys Jeep with one main exception.  Henry Ford required that all parts have the letter "F" stamped on it, displaying that this Jeep is Ford-made, not Willys-made.  As I restored my Jeep, I find many of the original parts with either a raised script "F" or a stamped "F".) 

 

This one rolled off the assembly line in late July/early August of 1943 & was shipped to England as part of the supply scale-up for Overlord.  I don't believe that it made it to the European continent.  My aunt, living in London at the time, purchased this vehicle in 1962 for her son (my cousin).  In 1964, moving back to the US, she had it shipped to the Port of NY.  The Jeep was purchased by me from my aunt for $1 in 1967.  I would drive it all thru high school & college inn the NYC Area.  In the late 70s, my cousin would take ownership of the Jeep again.  It traveled from NY to AZ, then up to WA (Seattle Area) & finally end up in Los Angeles, CA.  In 2005, my cousin asked if I would like the Jeep back.  I consented & had the Jeep shipped cross-country to NH when it now resides.  Because of the design simplicity, I continue to do my own mechanics/restoration on the vehicle.  I also have the same smile on my face now that I had in 1967 when I first drove the Jeep!! 😊😊

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My 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass.

 

I saw it at a neighbor’s house while I was living in Tucson, AZ. I was 13 years old. I left a note with my house phone number asking if it was for sale. One day I get home from school and my dad is on the phone with a very confused look on his face, and when he hangs up he asks me if I had anything to do with it. He told me I was of no age to get a car and it was too expensive anyways. I was disappointed, but I guess he had a point.

 

Almost every day I saw the Olds while riding my bike, and I started seeing it being in little better shape every time. New tires. It was parked differently, which meant it had been moving. I thought I had inspired the owner to bring it back to working condition so he could enjoy it. I was very wrong.

 

One day, my whole family picks me up from school, both of my parents, brother, and sister, and that was weird, but I didn’t make much of it. The ride was normal until my mom brought out some brown paper bags, which could be bought at a store close to our house for a dollar, and had surprise gifts in them. The ride started getting weird when they told me to open mine last (me being the middle child). The gifts were as usual, gum, yoyos, those super bouncy balls, things of that nature. Then, when I opened mine, the only thing I remember is that there was a key, with “GM” engraved on the side.

 

Any normal human being would know what was going on by now, but I was still very confused, or maybe I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, which I was everything but. As we are approaching our house, my dad pulls up right by our neighbor’s house, the Cutlass owner, and then I realized what was going on. I think I even cried. My parents told me “If you can save up and get this thing running properly, this will be your transportation when you can drive, if not.. oh well”.

 

My dad and I did get it running properly, we moved back to Mexico 2 years after that, and the Cutlass was my daily driver all through my high school years. Then I moved away from home for college, and the Cutlass sat for four and a half years, only being used on my summer vacations and winter break. Then I got a job away from home and graduated, and decided I didn’t want my first car to be one of those sad stories of forgotten cars, so I brought it with me, and now I get to enjoy it every weekend, and it is on the process of being brought back to its best shape ever.

 

  1. The pictures: 1.-once I figured out what was going on with the key. 2.- Me with my Cutlass now (24 y/o) and a VUHL 05, the car built by VUHL Automotive, in Mexico, the company I work at.

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At 13 years old, I took all the money I had saved and with a little help from my folks, purchased my first car, a 67 Chevy II Nova. Mom drove the straight 6 and Powerglide home while I rode an elated shotgun and dad followed behind. 

 

I'll never forget we actually got pulled over by the police and while he questioned the car's roadworthiness, (not a word) he let us go because the car was so cool. 

 

I labored over it day and night in my early years, and it became part of me, as my father encouraged and guided from the sidelines. Every nut and bolt, and many generations of work over the years. From the first day of high school, she waited in the parking lot for me to get out of class every day. At night we tore up the streets, blew the skirts up of the local talent, and terrorized the retired folks. I have few memories as a young adult that she wasn't part of them. 

 

30 plus years later, shes still with me and always will be. 

 

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Yukon, OKCirca 1992, a dorky kid and his hot rodCirca 1992, a dorky kid and his hot rodme, dad, and the Nova. She was in primer till after collegeme, dad, and the Nova. She was in primer till after collegeMarried, kids and new imageMarried, kids and new imageThe minitubs look good from the rearThe minitubs look good from the rear400 small block, 350 Turbo, TCI front end, 9" Ford, 4 Wheel Discs.400 small block, 350 Turbo, TCI front end, 9" Ford, 4 Wheel Discs.

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My first car was a 1973 Monte Carlo. It was crusty and rusty but I had a lot of fun with it. Michael Wagner 1973 Monte CarloLater on, I bought a 77 Monte Carlo with a 350 4bbl engine and A/C that could freeze you out of the car. Unfortunately that car had some rust issues I was unable to deal with at the time and it went to the crusher. I had a few of the big Oldsmobiles too. A 76 and a 77. I missed those cars. I decided I wanted another classic car and started looking around. I came across this 1974 Monte Carlo that was priced right and had a mere 31,000 mile on it. I went to look at it and knew right away that this was the car for me. Michael Wagner 1974 Monte CarloThis beautiful example has all original interior. Under the hood has all the components just as it left the factory including the grease pencil marks from the assembly line. The original spare is still in the trunk with the jacking instructions still on the inside of the deck lid. It has survived surprisingly well considering it spent most of its life in the city of Philadelphia.

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At the age of 8 I watched this 55 chevy as we drove by every weekend. At 10 it had a for sale sign. Somehow I convinced my dad to stop. He made me sign a contract saying I would still want it when I turned 16. 35 years later I still have it. Even drove it across the country. And now it lives in phoenix I’m the second owner. Has just over 100k miles.

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This is my very first vehicle, When I say I’ve been a car guy my entire life I mean it! I purchased this back in 1977 or 1978, having been born in 1971 it safe to say I was a kid! My father was restoring a 1951 Dodge Wayfarer Sportabout convertible at the time and was looking for engine parts when he found this 1951 Dodge “Job Rated” panel truck. When we went to look at it the parts that he was weren’t there so he wasn’t going to buy it, so I asked Dad how much they wanted for it? He says “$35” so I pull out my wallet and tell Dad “I’ve got $40, is that enough for me to buy it” and that was that, "My" panel was picked up and brought home the next weekend! 

I never did get it running but I learned a lot about mechanics working on it all by myself for several years, if it unbolted or unscrewed it was a part at least once! I was maybe ten when I pulled the engine apart to find no piston or rod in the #4 hole, supposedly the panel was driven from Toronto where it was in service as a bread truck, to New Brunswick...about a 1000 miles..... I bet it wasn’t a very fast drive with only 5 pistons and a block of wood plugging the empty cylinder! 34EBD8EB-96AF-4E7A-9DAC-D384B74F6A9F.jpeg

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 My brother and I found this car in 1974 (in my Father's salvage yard) and he convinced me to buy it since I had just received my driver's permit. (HISTORY: This car was originally purchased in 1946 by local WWII veterans/members for a fund raiser to raffle off for one dollar ticket(s). This raffle/drawing was used to raise money to construct a building for the recently organized (1946) American Legion Post.  This building is still being used and maintained today. Cars were difficult to get in 1946 and this was the first Ford automobile to come to Gretna, Virginia (my home town) at the conclusion of WW II).  "The 46" was my high school daily driver and it has remained with me ever since ... almost like a part of my family. In 2010, with help from local "car guys" it was restored to its present condition. and was a part of my two daughter's weddings.

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Instructor

Hello,

 

1963 VW Beetle with Dorn Buggy Conversion.

 

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That is awesome! You know, I've never seen a fully enclosed buggy before! 

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The top and doors are removable, it was a local company in South Africa.
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 1957 chevy 2 dr hardtop.bought in 1969 when was 14,had ready to drive in 1972 to get drivers license. 283 with 4 speed .eastside detroit mich.

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Hi, one is the best it ever was, the other at over 200K and actually sold it to someone.bigtire.jpg08L_large.jpg