My First Love, My First Car

My first car will always have a place in my heart, as I’m sure that most people will say the same. My Dad had picked up for me for $600 a great little 1967 yellow Mustang with a 257 under the hood, after I got my learner’s permit at the age of 15 1/2. I had 6 months to go before I could get my license, so I had a good amount of time to practice my driving skills with it before I could hit the road and discover my independence. What an exciting time that was!

I was the youngest of all of my school friends, so everyone else was on the road well before I was, as were both of my sisters, and I was becoming very impatient and desperate to be driving my pretty yellow Mustang.

My parents had a place in the country that we spent a whole lot of our week-ends and summer times at, it was a perfect place to practice my driving skills. Day after day I would drive my Mustang up and down the long dirt drive way and around and around the big circle in the field that my Dad had made with the tractor and my brothers dirt bikes.

I had with me in the vehicle my beloved collection of 8 track tapes, my ice cold Pepsi and my C.B. radio and that is all that I needed to keep me happy while I counted the days until my 16th birthday came about and I could take the “big test” at the DMV.

All of that practice in the country paid off, I passed the exam with flying colors. I now had my freedom and I took every opportunity that I could to enjoy that freedom.

Of course with everything good there is the bad, that poor Mustang took a few hits but served me well until it had no more to give and we had to junk it, what a sad day that was. A new car was in order and this time it was up to me to locate it, to check out car loans for it and to purchase the insurance for it, a task that I had completely been left out of the first time, but a challenge non the less that I was up to. A quick call to the bank and one to our car insurance agent and I was good to go, go, go….