My paternal grandfather loved cars, he worked for Ford for about 30 years, he told amazing stories of Model As, Model Ts, and other early cars. With a young family in the 1930's he would buy junkers, make them run, fix them along the side of the road, and run them until they wouldn't run any longer. Just before World War II, he bought his first new Ford. After the war he bought a new car every two or three years until he quit driving in his late 60's. He owned a lot of good cars, but he loved telling stories about the early junkers that he somehow made run to get him and his family from place to place. I miss those stories.
When my mother and my aunt cleaned out my grandmother's house, they found her file with the bill of sale, for every new car they had ever bought. My mother said, "what a load of rubbish" and tossed them all out. If I had been there, I would have kept them, every one of them.
What is your earliest car story?