Your first car memory
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JCollins said:
I was about 8 years old. Stood up on both inside shoulders of the front seats in my dad's Red Ford Orion, with the top of my torso poking out through the sunroof while it was parked up at Farnborough Air show as I was enjoying a 99 w/ flake.
A 99 always comes with a flake you ‘tard. If it didn’t come with a flake, it wouldn’t be a 99.
KungFuPanda said:
JCollins said:
I was about 8 years old. Stood up on both inside shoulders of the front seats in my dad's Red Ford Orion, with the top of my torso poking out through the sunroof while it was parked up at Farnborough Air show as I was enjoying a 99 w/ flake.
A 99 always comes with a flake you ‘tard. If it didn’t come with a flake, it wouldn’t be a 99.Standing in the road, 1992/3 looking at either a poo brown Saab or Volvo's brake lights as it pulled and the man in a black leather jacket walking me back in the gate to my mum. I was too young to be scared but its very strange how I've never forgotten it.
The story is verified by my mum who told me she was mortified when the man brought me in. (The postman had left the gate open.)
The story is verified by my mum who told me she was mortified when the man brought me in. (The postman had left the gate open.)
Must say I've enjoyed reading this thread.
My first car memory was when Dad got our first family car, a blue Consul Cortina. When we first got it I remember him taking my Uncle for a spin in it with me in the back, and Dad stopping to let my Uncle have a drive.
One winters day Dad left me in the car whilst he nipped across an icy road to collect something from my Grandparents house. It was near the top of a very steep street and as I sat and waited, the car slowly started to roll forwards... I would only have been 6 or 7 but I was car mad and I thought I knew what to do. I didn't panic, I started to reach over to turn the steering toward the kerb. Dad did panic. He somehow managed to run diagonally downhill across the snow and ice to leap into the moving car and hit the brake pedal. Funnily enough he never mentioned it to Mum.
My first car memory was when Dad got our first family car, a blue Consul Cortina. When we first got it I remember him taking my Uncle for a spin in it with me in the back, and Dad stopping to let my Uncle have a drive.
One winters day Dad left me in the car whilst he nipped across an icy road to collect something from my Grandparents house. It was near the top of a very steep street and as I sat and waited, the car slowly started to roll forwards... I would only have been 6 or 7 but I was car mad and I thought I knew what to do. I didn't panic, I started to reach over to turn the steering toward the kerb. Dad did panic. He somehow managed to run diagonally downhill across the snow and ice to leap into the moving car and hit the brake pedal. Funnily enough he never mentioned it to Mum.
Edited by blondini on Tuesday 30th April 16:14
Two accounts from roughly 1983/84-ish, I was about three years old; either sitting in the back of my dad's Chrysler Sunbeam and seeing the Porsche 911s in the Porsche showroom as we drove past. Or with my parents walking around the Toyota dealer and staring back at the front grille of one of these:
(Dad eventually bought an '81 X-plate Starlet, one of the RWD ones.)
(Dad eventually bought an '81 X-plate Starlet, one of the RWD ones.)
I was of nursery school age I was playing in my dads Mini (he never locked it) and I worked out how to shift gears and into neutral and take the hand brake off and living in Yorkshire the drive way was not flat so the mini rolled down the drive and stopped on our neighbours garden.
The next memory was when I was in my first year of primary school and I was taken ill. The headmaster kindly drove me home in his Citroen CX and I remember him telling me he had just had it wax oiled ready for winter on the way home.
The next memory was when I was in my first year of primary school and I was taken ill. The headmaster kindly drove me home in his Citroen CX and I remember him telling me he had just had it wax oiled ready for winter on the way home.
Edited by NickGRhodes on Thursday 2nd May 22:15
Sat on the roof of my Dads Vauxhual Viva aged just under 3 watching the sun come up over Rannoch Moor whilst we waited for the engine to cool down, stop spitting out steam and an AA man to arrive with some sort of replacement belt.
Very beautiful, but very quite, the only other vehicle we saw for a couple of hours was a BR Class 37 Tractor giving it some clag accelerating around the horsehose curve.
Very beautiful, but very quite, the only other vehicle we saw for a couple of hours was a BR Class 37 Tractor giving it some clag accelerating around the horsehose curve.
At night with my dad in a mini countryman circa 4/5 years old...he would be saying ''lights on/lights off'' when oncoming cars were heading towards us and the main beams were doing it by magic! I was in total awe-little did I know there was a switch in the footwell operated by his left foot! standard fitment back then apparently..
rallye101 said:
At night with my dad in a mini countryman circa 4/5 years old...he would be saying ''lights on/lights off'' when oncoming cars were heading towards us and the main beams were doing it by magic! I was in total awe-little did I know there was a switch in the footwell operated by his left foot! standard fitment back then apparently..
My mate was sitting in my Frogeye in the garage at my folks. I asked him to back it out. He fired it up then... Graunch. Graunch. Grrrrrr-aaaa-uuuu-nnnn-cccchhhh. He was pressing the dip switch not the clutch. He drove a dead modern Anglia. It has always bothered me that he didn't question the different feel of the dip switch in the Frogeye and the clutch in his Anglia.
DickyC said:
rallye101 said:
At night with my dad in a mini countryman circa 4/5 years old...he would be saying ''lights on/lights off'' when oncoming cars were heading towards us and the main beams were doing it by magic! I was in total awe-little did I know there was a switch in the footwell operated by his left foot! standard fitment back then apparently..
My mate was sitting in my Frogeye in the garage at my folks. I asked him to back it out. He fired it up then... Graunch. Graunch. Grrrrrr-aaaa-uuuu-nnnn-cccchhhh. He was pressing the dip switch not the clutch. He drove a dead modern Anglia. It has always bothered me that he didn't question the different feel of the dip switch in the Frogeye and the clutch in his Anglia.
First memory -late 60's at about 3 years old being in my father's a35 (with an MG engine apparently) which overheated and blocked the road into Swansea. About 20 years later I managed to block the same road courtesy of an exploding drive shaft on my Lancia Fulvia.
First Crash - in the same A35 having been left alone in it outside the RNLI station where dad was the mechanic and had gone in I let the handbrake off and managed to steer it into the side of the station. About 3 years old and already a menace.
First "incident" - at about 2-3 in my uncle's MGA driven by dad I stood up on the seat and leaned on the wire door release which ran across the door front to back,the door opened and I fell out onto the road. Luckily no injuries and apparently I just sat in the road.
First want for a car - a golden sand Jag MK2 3.4 at the front of a small garage in Coventry for sale but having new brakes put on. We were looking for a car and bought it - I was about 5 and loved that car.
First car maintenance - about 3 or 4 years old I thought it a good idea to help the work being done on a neighbours car by painting it with some paint I found in the garage. It all came off - eventually.
First Crash - in the same A35 having been left alone in it outside the RNLI station where dad was the mechanic and had gone in I let the handbrake off and managed to steer it into the side of the station. About 3 years old and already a menace.
First "incident" - at about 2-3 in my uncle's MGA driven by dad I stood up on the seat and leaned on the wire door release which ran across the door front to back,the door opened and I fell out onto the road. Luckily no injuries and apparently I just sat in the road.
First want for a car - a golden sand Jag MK2 3.4 at the front of a small garage in Coventry for sale but having new brakes put on. We were looking for a car and bought it - I was about 5 and loved that car.
First car maintenance - about 3 or 4 years old I thought it a good idea to help the work being done on a neighbours car by painting it with some paint I found in the garage. It all came off - eventually.
Guvernator said:
You can remember things from 2-3??
I can. I have memories of my Dad's 1972 Beetle, in particular that it had a towbar on it. Together with my uncle, we went to my granduncle's house after he died; the track on the way to the house was muddy, and the Beetle got stuck, so my uncle got out and jumped up & down on the towbar whilst my Dad gave it the beans. I'm told that was early 1974, so I wouldn't have been quite 3. I remember quite a bit of stuff from around then.Probably my dad's old X reg Scirocco, I have a hazey image of a Scirocco but can't remember if it was Mk1 or Mk2 as I'd wasn't very old at the time!
First car I properly remember of my dads was a gold D reg Passat saloon with beige interior, cracking car
Either that or going on holiday with my long departed Grandad in his T25 camper, probably the main reason I'm into my VW's, helps remind me of him
First car I properly remember of my dads was a gold D reg Passat saloon with beige interior, cracking car
Either that or going on holiday with my long departed Grandad in his T25 camper, probably the main reason I'm into my VW's, helps remind me of him
About the age of 3 (so 1973: Yes, I'm old) I remember sitting on the front wall of our house asking my Dad what he was doing. He was repairing the rotting sills of his turquoise 1968 VW Beetle with fibreglass. The VW Beetle he had to buy because MGBs don't have back seats and he'd gone and knocked up my Mum and found himself in need of a sensible family car!
My second car memory was the Vauxhall Viva that replaced the Beetle overheating on the M1. Several times on the same journey.
Once he married me off he could afford decent cars: Subaru Impreza Turbo 2000 (x2), Golf R32, Porsche Boxster S, now on his second Mini Cooper JCW at the age of 73. You go, Dad!
My second car memory was the Vauxhall Viva that replaced the Beetle overheating on the M1. Several times on the same journey.
Once he married me off he could afford decent cars: Subaru Impreza Turbo 2000 (x2), Golf R32, Porsche Boxster S, now on his second Mini Cooper JCW at the age of 73. You go, Dad!
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