Mom's First Car

Mom's first car was a root beer brown 1984 Chevrolet c10 short box step side. It was this car that my grandpa converted from a three on the tree, to a four on the floor, and put a bigger engine into it. One Friday night, it got Mom into trouble. After a football game Mom and her friends were at Phil's pizza on main street of Middleville, each of them having a piece of pizza, then after everybody was done, Mom started the truck, and tried to shift it. There was one tiny problem. The shifter was jammed. Mom put both feet on the shifter, and with all of the strength she could muster, pushed on the shifter. Still it stayed hopelessly stuck. Everybody decided to have some more pizza, and then try at the shifter later, but after they all had more pizza, and Mom opened the door to the truck she found to her amazement, that the shifter was on the floor. There really was only one thing to do, which was call my grandpa. About 25 minutes later he arrived in his little dodge company car with his hair messed up because he had been in bed. He got in the car and poked around a bit, then he shoved a crowbar into the hole and drove the truck home, with Mom following in the company car. That night, he did not say another word, just climbed back into bed.

I hope you enjoyed my mom's first car story! 

-Rowan

My Grandma's First Car Story

I have written my dad's first car story about his 1965 ford custom, but what about my mom's family? Here is my my grandma's first car story: My dad's custom came off the line in 1965, but what about 18 years before? This is when my grandmother's 1947 chevy coupe came out of the factory. This was a very heavy duty car built like a tank. That is actually what they called it, "the tank" that was the car that my grandma grew up driving and being around. At the time when my grandma was learning to drive the car was as old as she was, but my great-grandfather kept it in great shape. The car was so heavy duty and built like a tank my great-grandmother would say as they were driving down the road, "I dare you to pull out in front of me!" thankfully nobody ever did. In the Las Vegas sun that was ever-present, baking the ground below, the back of "the tank" would get really dusty and dull. My grandma and her friends always washed, and waxed the back of the car. They even hung a giant orange flower on the radio antenna. I think my grandma might have wished she had a mini cooper, because being 5'1" she couldn't see over the windshield without a pillow. The one driving mistake that she made, was once she ran a stop sign right in front of a police man. He wasted no time issuing a citation, and taking my grandma's drivers' license. Nobody knows what happened to "the tank" but it sounds like it was a good first car.

I hope you enjoyed! -Rowan

My Dad's '65 Custom

My dad's first POC car was the '65 Ford Custom. You may wonder why I called his car a piece of crap. The only reason is because he actually said it himself. You will read in a moment the hardships that the Custom caused for him. This car looks cool, but in reality it is not at all. My dad bought the car because at the time he thought it was cool. This is why the car was not cool at all: The lovely Custom chewed the teeth off of a timing gear, and completely killed two transmissions. After this wonderful scenario my dad promptly left the car where it was, and put a for sale sign in the window. That was the end of that.

Thank You -Rowan

Coach's first car

This is the story of my PE teacher's first car. Coach's first car was a Ford Pinto that her father bought for her when she was sixteen. He also bought one for her brother so he must of had a sense of humor when it came to first cars. Either that or he seized the opportunity to get a 500 dollar car that it was impossible to speed in. This baby blue Pinto had a multitude of issues when it comes to speed, and mechanics. I believe that the breaks have failed, and it never got above 60mph. There are also more things that happened to that car that I do not remember. One of the things that happened when the car reached its top speed of 60 was that the entire car would shake. I remember Coach telling me that she would purposely take the long way to get to places, taking the precaution of avoiding highway speed. Eventually she sold the car to a guy that kept pestering her to let him buy it. She told me that she was very disappointed when he junked up the car.

That is my Coach's first car story.

Thank you! -Rowan