What Car Did You First Learn to Drive

1956 plymouth savoy............lots of cruisin' on friday & saturday nights.
 
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1972 Ford LTD 2 door hardtop with a 351 Cleveland 2Bbl. Learned to steer it LONG before my feet would reach the pedals. Car was pretty damn torquey for what it was. Learned how to swap cogs on a 1974 VW Beetle. Aggravating car to learn on for some reason.
 
I was 13 and my Dad would take me out in Mom's fishing car, a 56 Ford Custom 4 dr. It had a 272 V8, and a 3 on the tree. I would get to drive and we would have our talks about the facts of life.
 
1969 Olds Delta 88 455 4 bbl. Nothing like a gazillion ft-lbs of torque to make my parents' hair prematurely gray.
 
First learned to drive in a late 1960's VW Beetle. Started out driving around the back yard the moved on to the back roads....
 
1946 Hudson 4 door with a bad throw out bearing on the clutch. Wow that was a long time ago.

:D I bet you'd be hard pressed to find very many people that have a clue what a throw-out bearing is. Next we'll try to find someone that knows what "double clutching" is and why you'd want to do it. :)
 
:D I bet you'd be hard pressed to find very many people that have a clue what a throw-out bearing is. Next we'll try to find someone that knows what "double clutching" is and why you'd want to do it. :)

Ahhh, memories!

The double-clutch was performed to allow shifting between non-synchronized gears. Such was the case with the 1963 Triumph TR4 my dad raced, and then taught me how to drive in. That second to first downshift was a little tough.

Properly performed, doesn't take much longer, and sure sounds cool with straight pipes.
 
That would have been my parents 1987 Nissan Pathfinder. I loved that thing it would go anywhere.
 
... 1960 Ford Ranch Wagon with a straight six and three on the tree. Good thing I lived 80 miles from the Pacific because that's about what my turning radius would require to make a 90 degree turn and miss it. It was bronze colored and I drove it across the continent as soon as I graduated from high school. Called it the "Golden Eagle". It served as launch pad for social get-togethers once or twice as I recall....

Jerry
 
Dad's 1950 Chevy. Stick. He didn't mind me working the lights, but I got heck for hitting the siren ;) . Wonder why. -Ed.
 
:D I bet you'd be hard pressed to find very many people that have a clue what a throw-out bearing is. Next we'll try to find someone that knows what "double clutching" is and why you'd want to do it. :)

I know how, but I don't do it. I learned long ago to float the gears. ;)
 
1950 4-door Chevrolet fastback, on the dirt roads beside Lookout Mountain off Cave Creek Road in Phoenix. 3 on the tree. My dad was a patient man. Even today, driving an automatic transmission, I keep my left foot on the floor, ready to hit the clutch instead of the brake - thus I have no problem transitioning to a stick shift again if need be. My right foot still does double duty on the gas and the brake, no matter what I drive. Still have trouble with the dimmer switch on a stalk, though...
 
A 47 Mercury Club Coupe, which eventually became mine when Dad bought a 55 Mercury Sedan. I proceeded to almost destroy it a dent at a time, a then got the 55 as well some time later. Didn't grow up some until after Army, marriage and kids, actually I'm probably not finished yet.
 
Not my 1st ride, but my 1st long trip from home: 1960 I had a 1956 chev 210 coupe. I lived in wisconsin, got a job promised from the NPS in yosemite calif. I put a ad in the paper to split the cost for a partner. A airman going to travis AFB called me. I picked him up for $60. (He was about 70 miles out of the way.) Our first night out somewhere in S. Dakota we stopped at a old ranch house, a sign by the road said rooms $1.50. The house had ceilings that seemed 12 ft high. The woman tried to turn on a old paddel fan but couldnt reach the cord even standing on a chair. I said I will get that. Got on the chair, it broke, I fell straight back on the bed with my 260 lbs, bed broke to smithereens! I weakly offered to pay, woman said no, and put me up in another room. She didnt make anything off us!
The next morning we got close to a 100 miles down the road and my partner said, Darn! I left my wallet under the pillow back there! That was another 200 miles!
Finaly I dropped him off at travis. Then on south to san clemente to see a aunt before I reported to yosemite. Lets see: For 60 bucks I drove that guy about 2,000 miles and went over 600 miles out of my way to do it! I had just turned 19 years old.
 
I learned to drive in a 73 Cricket wagon, when dad went to town in the old International Travelall.It was handy knowing where my oldest brother hid the spare key for dads car.
Almost got caught the first time though, I waited so long,after my dad left, to take it out in the fields for a spin that I just got back and parked it as dad came into view on the road.
Scott
 
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