We all look forward to our first, we fantasise about the joys, the feeling of adulthood. We remember our first, the thrills, the disappointments, the reality of it all. Our first cars that is (I can only imagine what some of you were thinking.)
This was my first, a 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale. It was four years old when I bought it, the odometer said it had 40,000 miles, I would bet that had been rolled back a bit. I had finished high school, worked my last summer on the farm, and I had a little money. What I really wanted was a small car, my fantasy car was an AMC Pacer (the greenhouse on wheels.) But for the money I had to spend, and pay for a year of insurance, this was the best I could find. It had a 350 cubic inch V-8 that went through water pumps about every 10,000 miles. I got to the point I could change them myself in about 30 minutes. The trunk leaked. The air conditioning died after about 4 months (and I was living in Florida.) Still it was wheels, and it was mine all mine.
I remember being shocked the first time I put gas in it. Previously I had driven dad's cars, and when I was home on the farm I had a key to the farm gas pump. I had never bought a full tank of gas. My that was a surprise. I drove this about a year, then bought another one, and my oldest brother bought this from me - I warned him.