Whew! I can’t believe it finally happened! We made it to WordPress! Thanks for following us to our new home. Don’t forget to bookmark our new address or subscribe to the new feed if you like using a feed reader.
I’m sitting on my couch with my laptop, but I feel like I’m driving a new car with this unfamiliar dashboard in front of me. Just for kicks, and so we can all test drive the commenting process, tell me something fun or interesting about a car you’ve had!
My first car was a 1987 Mustang GT convertible. It was my grandmother’s car and she gave it to me when I turned 16. Can you believe that? I was really blessed, to say the least! It was beautiful and fast off the line and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much fun my friends and I had in it.
I was a little too proud of that car and the Lord humbled me many, many times in it. For one, when it rained really hard, the water would leak inside from between the windshield and the top. I remember driving home from Texas A&M for an orthodontist appointment and it was monsooning outside. The rainwater was pouring in and I had nothing to soak it up with, so I took off one of my socks and tried to soak it up with my right hand while my left hand was on the wheel. Oh, and I was bawling my eyes out! I have no idea how I ever made it home.
On the night my sister turned 16, she did not have her car yet. She would soon be given a 1969 Camaro that she and my dad loved working on together. But that night I let her take my Mustang out to celebrate with her friends. Melissa and I just happen to be complete opposites of one another. For example, when the traffic light turned green I would accelerate as fast as I could to the speed limit. Melissa lived to blow right by it. As I remember it, on that night – the very night of her 16th birthday and the start of her official driving life – Melissa burned up the engine of my car! Bless my mom’s heart that she had to raise two daughters who are as different as night and day.
Every spring when the weather is as gorgeous as it is in Texas right now, I miss that car like crazy. Maybe one day when I’m done with booster seats and carpooling I’ll have another convertible.
Now maybe I can get my sis to tell us a Camaro story!
I went through three old cars very fast after I turned 16. My first was a Chevrolet Citation II that my dad got from an auction. It didn’t have a color. I’m serious. I guess the closest color for comparison sake would be gray 🙂 I totaled it in a school parade going 15-20 miles per hour. My favorite was the Pontiac Bright Red Sunbird with light gray interior. Loved that car! I totaled that one too, but after I got lots of good use out of it!
My first car was a baby blue Ford Pinto. (Don’t be jealous! hee hee) Sadly, I wrecked it my first day driving and was too afraid to get behind the wheel for almost a year.
i’m not sure where to begin, so i will just tell about 2 different cars. my first car (i began driving in ’96) was a 1974 Oldsmobile the make was an 082 i think – which back then i thought it meant they only made 82 in the whole world. yes, blonde roots. anyway, this car we got for $500 when i was in junior high. my sister insisted on my dad letting her out blocks away. not me, i said pull up all the way to front please. oh yeah, no shame! so i got it when i was 16 – we called it the “land-yacht” and oh my it lived up to the title. it was 22 ft. long, horridly brown and got 8 miles to the gallon. it was a 4 door and when you rolled down both windows on one side, there was literally 8 feet of space. it was so wide i had to learn how to drive as if the dotted line was coming right at my face instead of beside me or else i was up on the curb on the passenger side. i ran that bad boy into a light pole AND THOUGHT I MISSED. broke the axle, my dad and i quietly wept. the replacement car was a 1975 mercedes. this car was a hoot. it was a diesel that hated winter. you had to plug it in at night to a battery charger to get it to start the next day. it had no heat or air and vinyl seats. i lived in dallas – oh my it was hot!!! and so bitterly cold i would wrap up in a blanket to drive. it had no seat belt in the passenger side so we had to wrap it around the arm rest. if you rolled the window down too far it would fall out, so we ended up taking the side panels off. it was ghetto fabulous. did i mention IT DID NOT HAVE REVERSE? yes, that’s right. a 16 year old puny little girl having to get out and push the diesel tank if i couldn’t find a pull through parking spot. i made friends with lots of people…”excuse me, can you help me push my car. um, i have no reverse.” love it!!
It is a beautiful site, ladies. Just beautiful.
My first car was a 1987 Chevy Malibu that belonged to my mom for the previous 7 years or so. It burned to the ground in our back driveway in my first winter as its owner. We had installed an in-car warmer (Canadian winters) that ran whenever I had the block heater plugged in. Which I did every single winter night, or the car would not start in the morning. It seems the heater fell off it’s clip thingie (maybe a passenger accidentally kicked it off?) and was laying on the floor. Our whole family watched in shock as the firefighters doused the flaming vehicle. We were left with only the frame of a 1987 Chevy Malibu…
I absolutely love the new layout – I LOVE how you all have pictures on the side (I particularly love the one with your mom standing in her wellies next to graffitti!) I just read in your mom’s book about your convertible and your mom’s need to re-park your car at school – I loved it!
I have been obsessed with driving since I was small, I always new I would love it. And I do, it is one of my favoirte things to do. I didn’t get my liscence till I was 18 b/c there was no car to drive and what was the point – And my last year of high school I had a job at a seafood restaurant where I pocketed tips and saved my checks so when I got my liscence (I believe I failed once) I bought my used white Honda Civic. FREEDOM!!
Word to the wise – have your timing belt changed!!!!! If you have had more than 60,000 miles on your car, it is only a couple of hundred to have it replaced. If it breaks, its dangerous (you just stop literally) and to get into the engine, it is a few thousand.
My first car was a 1991 Red Thunderbird named Thelma. I loved that car and still talk about her like she was an old friend. She was with me on my first date and first breakup. I cried the day I sold her and couldn’t watch her drive away. No car, new or old, ever replaces your first car.
My first car was a Plymouth Reliant K Car, and her name was Naomi. I got her right before college and everyone that didn’t have a car on campus,loved and borrowed Naomi often. She was a box car, burgundy in color, and even though she didn’t have a whole lot of fashionista to her exterior, she was beautiful on the inside. I was so proud of my K Car, and so very thankful for my precious mom who provided her for me.
Kim B.
Orlando, FL
40-something
MY very first car was the one we bought shortly after we were married in 1969. It was a candy apple red Trans Am with a black vinyl roof I think it was a 1967!! We lived in Victoria, BC at the time and we loved that car!!
How are the dogs? Pictures and updates please…some of us dogs vicariously thru y’all!
Lovin it very chic!! congrats to all who worked so hard on it.
Leanne
Mississippi
My first car was a 1991 Beretta that I had to share with my twin sister. It was not the coolest car but at least we had a car!
My older sister’s car was passed down to me on my 16th birthday. A black Chevy Nova with a white convertible top and red interior. I can’t remember the year, too long ago, but it was the coolest car ever. My dad got it out of a junk yard and totally redid it. No matter the new cars my friends were driving, they always wanted to take mine. This dates me terribly, but one of my favorite memories is driving down the interstate with my best friend, the top down, singing “The Red Rubber Ball” at the top of our lungs! “I should have known, he’d bid me farewell but the lesson to be learned from this and I’ve learned it very well. . .”
LOVE it!! So it looks like it’s possible to reply to individual comments too? What a great way to communicate & encourage eachother through the blog…awesome!
Love the new look!! And PTL for a smooth transition (at least on our end). My 16 year old first car was a Canary yellow Ford Pinto…the driver’s seat was head in place by bricks. Cost me $600 in 1974 and was my first “big” purchase. It blew oil and fluid so many times that my dad (and mechanic) couldn’t believe it would still run. Was a great car till someone hit me making a left turn and totaled it.
Looking forward to the first SLI post on the new site. May God continue to bless you all!
I love the look of the new blog. I didn’t get my drivers license until I was 25. My first car was a 1987 Ford Tempo coupe with a sunroof by not A/C. It was a great little care in the weekend, but not so good in the summer. It would stall out when idling if it was too hot. I’ve never been too fond of Fords since then.
BTW, my husband is talking with a company in Sugarland regarding an on-site interview. Please keep him/us in your prayers for God’s guidance. Our dream has been to move to Houston area to be closer to family and the LPM family. I would love to be able to attend Tuesday night bible study!!
Blessings,
Mary Ann, Woodbury, MN
My first car was a 1995 Pontiac Sunfire me and my fiance bought together a few months before I gratuated my senior year. We were highschool sweet hearts and he was away in the Army. I had a part time job and he would send me money from his pay check to save for a car. I purchased this car with the 6,000 we had saved together through highschool. Needless to say right before I gratuated I got in an accident retrieving lipstick from the floor board. This was a month before he was suppose to fly in for our wedding. The car was fixed but He still reminds me that I wrecked it before he even seen it much less drove it! We just gave this car to my neice for her first car a few months ago…yes 15 years later its still going and so is my wonderful marriage!!!
I had just turned 16 and only had that paper license because my hard license hadn’t come in the mail yet. And I totalled my moms 2000 Mustang convertible into a tree. I had the cruise control set at 70, went a smidge onto the shoulder, overcorrected and lost control. I flew around in the bushes off the road until I hit an embankment head on and a tree in the back. The wheels were still spinning! The doors were jammed shut I had to bust out the window to climb out. What a mess. PTL I had my seatbelt on or I think I would have been dead.
My first car was a 1977 Honda Civic. My dad paid $500 for it and gave it to me for my 16th b/day. It was a straight drive and I had no clue how to drive it. My brother’s friend taught me the basics of how to navigate it but I was never good on hills (the rolling back issue). The driver’s side defrost did not work and it smoked like a train. I remember one time stopping to let a friend out and my car was encased in smoke! I think I broke the clutch in it and overall hated driving it. My dad sold it to a cousin of ours and my mom made sure my next car was an automatic!!
My first car was a big blue stationwagon! I was 16-17 when I was driving it and the worst part about it (besides that I was driving it) was that the needle for the gas tank didn’t work! I had several terrible times with that car, one of the funniest was when I was driving home from a late night of choir stuff, I still can’t remember what it was..competition on a Sat I think. NEWHOOOOO it was cold outside and I was driving on a highway in the middle of IL to go from school to home and it isn’t well lit….and I RAN OUT OF GAS at the T-intersection of 1 highway with another. I can’t remember the last time that I had prayed so incredible hard. After running across the street to ask an older couple to call my dad, (the nearest towns Baptist Pastor) I climbed back into my car and found my Bible as I sat there reading my Bible about 6 men from the bar across the street came over and pushed my car into the parking lot so I wouldn’t be stuck in the intersection! I thanked the Lord for them, and kept my doors locked. Can you imagine the look on the faces of our church people as they came to worship the next morning and saw the Pastors car still in the parking lot of the bar! After that my dad looked into getting me a more reliable car! 🙂
My first car was a Renault Alliance. It was a stick shift that was missing the knob on the top of the shifter stick, so you couldn’t see where the geers were. The rear view mirror was the lenth of the dash, I had NO blind spot! My dad bought the car for $500 when I turned 16 and I LOVED it.
I had a 79 Ford Mustang and it was fast – too fast. Quick Story – We were drag racing down main street one fine summer evening in my VERY small town and I was winning against the most popular and handsome boy in the school. He wimped out so to celebrate I jerked the emergency brake, laid my feet down hard on the floor brake and power slid into the middle of the street. Then proceeded to do a couple of doughnuts! My hotdoggin paid off!! for the Lord got the perfect opportunity to teach me a lesson. HUMBLE PIE!!! Whilest doing my victory “dance” the door on the passenger side of my car flung open and sprung it. It didn’t completely fall off the hinge but it would not open or close correctly after that. Needless to say, I didn’t tell mom OR dad. Many months later I was at a volleyball game (I was a cheerleader) and one of my gal pals accidently opened the passenger side door. It fell right off, right there in the parking lot. My band director saw it happen, walked over, picked up my door and took it inside to the Volleyball game. He sat the door in the middle of the gym floor and announced on the loud speaker that he had found this door outside and wondered who it could belong too! Well – mom and dad knew then!! hahaha I rode the bus to school for a month of Sunday’s over that antic! Gotta love the speed!
Blessings
Kelli in Colorado
My first car was a 1969 Toyota Carona. I worked all summer to save up enough money to buy it. I paid for it myself – a whopping $400! I remember the first date I ever went on in it. My “boyfriend” didn’t have a car so I let him drive. It was raining and the windshield wipers didn’t work very well and the radio didn’t work right, but at least I had a car! If I remember right, the guy dumped me after that, but hey, I felt pretty good about myself because I had a car I paid for by myself! Woo hoo!!
I had 65 convertible mustang. Pale yellow. I loved that car.
My first car was a red Volkswagen Beetle. All of my friends had “bugs” and it was so fun to drive to school the first day of my Senior year.
Oh La La! It’s beautiful…I love it.
My first ‘car’ was a full size 1980 Chevy truck. I did not have a lot of fun in that truck which, perhaps, was the point. Never-the-less I loved it!
I am with you on how awkward using this site for the first time feels but its neat the way all the blogs are strung out on one page. I’m sure it will be easier to use than the old clunkier one very soon.
My first car was a 1948 Forest service green Willy’s Jeep station wagon. My Dad rebuilt its engine and warned me it would “fly apart” if I drove it over 45 mph — which of course I (the first time I was out in it alone)immediately did and altho’ it sounded like it might – it did just fine. That car could go anywhere in any weather — ski hill in a blizzard? No problem! Sandy beach for a bonfire? No problem! Twisty, rocky mountain road– again no problem! And if you did slip off the road, well there was a winch on the front that could pull us out of any problem we managed to get into. I loved it! Can you tell I’m a country girl?
Lynne in Oregon
I loved my first car – pumpkin colored Chevy Nova with an 8 track player! LOL. We bought it from my Great-Aunt who lived in another state. It was her son’s car. Well, when we got it home my brother, being a 16 year old guy, decided to clean it up really well for me. He was vacuuming out the back seat & something got caught up in the vacuum cleaner hose. When we pulled it out – it was a bag of marijuana & a roach clip!!! I don’t think my parents ever said anything to my Great-aunt, but it sure explained a lot about my cousin!
My first car was a powder blue 4 door Ford Fairmount. It had belonged to my Great Aunt who had kept it meticulous. I had it for 2 years before I totaled it the week of my wedding. Yes, I totaled my car 4 days before my wedding. I had just finished my last final and was soo happy to be free and looking forward to my special weekend. Then as I was pulling out of my parking spot where I had paralleled parked on campus- BOOM! Oh well, I was fine and we just ended up starting our marriage with one car instead of two.
Love the new look of your “home on the web!” It’s beautiful! 🙂
Love the new blog look and love the new profile pics on the right side of the page! I know you worked hard on this move, Amanda. Now go treat yourself to your favorite sweet treat! 🙂
My first car was a Chevy S-10 pickup. That is after I let my dad talk me into a stick shift car for about 2 weeks. I never wanted a car, I wanted a pickup, And I hate stick shifts. 🙂 To this day, I can’t really drive them. I loved my little pickup and shed a tear or five when we sold it after I got married. Now, as a mom who drives an SUV, my goal is to one day again drive a cute pickup.
Woah! this is crazy! I’m proud of you guys for getting it done – I know it took a LOT of work!
let’s see..a car. My first car was a 1993(I think) Nissan Stanza. It was a clunker. My dad’s cousin had used it as a mail car on old back roads – dirt roads at that – so the inside was somewhat orange tinted from the beautiful Georgia clay, as you can imagine. The steering wheel was on sideways, the windows let down on the passenger side only (no drive-thru’s – how TRAGIC!), and you had to unlock it from the passenger side because the driver’s side wouldn’t unlock. BUT….it had a pretty incredible sound system. Many a loud song was played through those speakers. I only used it to drive back and forth to school and band practice and work, but it worked. The alternator quit one time right after practice when my cousin and I were going to get chick-fil-a milkshakes – it died in the middle of an intersection & I was able to coast it into a parking lot where my parents met us. It eventually died because the struts on the front were just about demolished – NOT my fault, I assure you!
Oh, and I named him Earl…because in that song by the Dixie Chicks Earl had to die…and I knew that this car just had to die at some point. =D
My first car was a 1969 baby blue Volkswagen beetle that had been through two older brothers and one older sister. It had lived at the University of Texas, the University of Houston, the University of Arkansas and then in my driveway from 1976- 1979. It had holes in the floorboard. If you went slow enough, you could count the stripes on the road! My girlfriends and I used to pour our Cokes out through the hole rather than the window–this kept it from blowing back in the window on our Farrah Fawcett “do’s”…I have a 2010 Sebring hard top convertible now that my kids are 21 and 18. I am 49 but feel 18 again!
Love it – very beautiful. I’ve always wanted a car that looked as fast as it was going – I’ve never believed in wasting time, so I’m with you, when that light turns green – LETS GO! My parents gave me my first car at 16 – a 1977, powder blue, 4-door, Plymouth Fury. I wish I could tell you I was grateful but I hated that car. One day while working at McDonalds, a man came in and was asking customers if they owned what sounded like my car. I approached him and sure enough, he offered me $500 cash for it – SOLD. I had to call my daddy to then pick me up – he wasn’t too happy about my quick sale. I heard that man lived out of that car – which is sad – I always called it the “boat” because it was huge, I’m glad God was able to use it & bless this man who very much needed it.
The new site looks great! My funniest car wsa actually my 2nd. My parents had graciously given me their very nice Honda Accord when I graduated from college in ’93. Two and a half months later, I totaled it after falling asleep at the wheel! Since I only had the insurance money to work with, my options were pretty limited… I ended up with a 1980-something VW Quantum. I named her Lizzy. She was definitely quirky! It had a moon roof, which I thought was really cool, except that it leaked. The quirky part was that it only leaked on me. Every time I got in the drivers seat after or during a rain, an icy cold stream of water would spill right down the back of my neck! My friends even tried getting in the driver’s seat first… didn’t leak on them… I got in and BRRR, right down the back of my neck! I won’t even get into the leak on the floor in the back seat or the windshield wipers! =)
Checking out the new site. My first car wasn’t until I was 18 & it was Chevy Chevette that had seen it’s better days. I think it was only firing on 3 of it’s 4 cylinders on a good day. We live in a really “hilly” area and going up a hill was always a challenge…..EVERYBODY on the road passed me with dirty looks. But let me tell you…I was so proud of my “wheels”, me & my friends had the most fun “cruisin” in the car! 🙂
Yellow and ugly…. I’m not even sure what it was =)
So glad the move wasn’t too traumatic. Looks good!
My first car was a 1987 Toyota Corolla SR-5 2 door and it was super cute and sporty. I remember one sunny day before work my Dad washed my car for me. I had just graduated from college, newly engaged, and had moved back home for the months preceding my wedding. I was so happy driving downtown to work on a beautiful day in my shiny new car. I pulled into a parking garage and found a spot. I proceeded to scrape the rear passenger side panel on a cement pillar trying to squeeze into the parking space and then had to re-scrape it to escape that space. I was so upset!!! I got in to my office and called my Dad who was so sweet about it. He reassured me it would be okay and we’d get it fixed. I only had that car for a year before I passed it on to my younger brothers but it was special to me and holds some fond memories of times with my Dad. I don’t miss the car but I sure miss my Dad! He’s been gone 9+ years now. Thanks for reminding me of special memories.
Have a wonderfully blessed day!
Congratulations, y’all. I know it’s been a process.
Let’s see… my first car had been given new to my oldest sister. My dad bought it FOR her, then bought it FROM her for me. He’s the best… really. It was an ’82 Datsun 210 and he had it re-painted a deep cherry red for me. By the time I got it, though, it shook uncontrollably for every mph over 50 that you drove. I didn’t speed much those first years. But it was small enough that I could squeeze into any parking space anywhere. And it was a stick, which made me pretty cool with the guys since I was one of the few girls who could drive one. Not cool enough to date, really… just cool enough to be a buddy. I was fortunate enough that my parents did buy me a new Chevrolet Cavalier for my 18th birthday right before I started my Fish year at A&M. Loved that car and it was such a blessing to go into marriage after college without a car payment. I still thank my parents for that.
Oh, wow – I love this new look!
When I was 16, I was driving my little brother who was 8 home from school and trying to be oh so cool in front of his little friends. (as cool as you can be in a Ford Pinto wagon – ha!) Anyway, we were waving to his friends and I missed the turn and drove up onto the curb and back down with a mighty thump! It was so embarrassing and my little bro couldn’t wait to tell my mom and dad!
When I was 17, my dad co-signed a loan for me to purchase my first car. A 1983 2-door Chevrolet Malibu Classic. I was so excited to have gone to the bank with him and fill out all of the paperwork and get my very first loan payment book! Needless to say, today those payment notices aren’t as exciting! Well after several months of driving my car and thinking and loving everything about it, I pulled into the garage one night, turned the key in the off position and took it out of the ignition. To my dismay, the car was still running!
I had a lot of fun for a while playing jokes on my friends-giving them the keys and asking them to go start my car for me and it would already be running-with no key! I soon found out though that I had an electrical issue that was not very safe, so along with the payment book came my first major repair bill!
My 1st car was bought by my parents for $300 from my grandmother in 1975 when I went off to college in Huntsville, TX. It was a 1965 Bellaire Chevrolet. Talk about a tank. It was white with a 350 engine. My cat and I used to drive home to Houston on the weekends. She would perch herself right by my right shoulder on the top of the seat all the way. We both loved road trips. That car took me through 3 yrs of college and my 1st yr. or so of my 1st job in Houston. I loved that car. They don’t make um like that anymore. I had it for close to 5 yrs. and ended up selling it for $300 (the guy wanted the engine). What a great investment it was and great memories. Ah…..the 1st taste of independence !
Whew. We’re here! Like any new home, it will take some getting used to! Thanks for all the hard work!
My first car was an old white VW Rabbit. I named her “Rhiannon the Racing Rabbit” and all my high school friends thought it unbelievably ironic that for some reason rabbits would jump in front of my car on my way home on late nights, and they composed a ballad for Julie the Rabbit Killer. Sigh….
My first car was a 1967 Buick. It was given to me by my parents. It had been my Mother’s car. Before I received it, Dad ask what color I would like it, he would have it painted. I ask for baby blue and got BRIGHT SKY BLUE. I think Dad wanted to make sure people saw me coming! I was thankful non the less.
PS Nice new site!
awesome job gals!
L.O.V.E. the pictures of you three on the side. absolutely beautiful!
love the new look…i access the blog through lproof.com so it was exactly the same, just a little different trying to figure out how to leave a comment.
i had an ’85 mustang for my first car back in 1988 (whew)….i had planned on keeping it forever, though not driving it forever, but i totaled it my sophmore year in college so my parents got me an ’89 beretta. i really miss my mustang.
my husband and i have been looking at ’05 mustangs. i really really really want one, but it only seats 4 and my 3 kids wouldn’t exactly fit so we just have to be happy with my honda van! praise the Lord for it!
Amazing! the comments are so easy to read now – and much more eye appealing too.
congratulations on the big move
My husband and I have been Blessed by our Heavenly Father, and my earthly Dad, our last car and my present car have been given to me as Birthday Gifts.
Let me first say that I LOVE that the bloggers name is listed at the top of the entry! I was getting tired of being either distracted by the task of figuring out who was writing (as I was trying to read), or having to scroll to the bottom first before I started in to reading. Thanks for hearing that silent request!
My first car was a hand-me-down from a lady at our church who passed away and gave the car to my Mom. Kind of an odd thing, but Mom gave it to me. It was this ANCIENT Chevy Belair – like a 1965 or something. This car was HUUUUUGE! We could seat 4 of us girls across each of the front and back seats. And no seatbelts!! We were definitely cruising the high school scene back then (1979-80). The other odd thing about this car was that once you used the key to start the car, you could pull the key out and put it away. Didn’t need it to turn the car off, just turn the metal part around the ignition to do that! What was the thought process in this design? “Perhaps folks won’t leave their keys in the car if we let them put it away right away?!” “Oh, need to get in the trunk and we’re all ready to drive off? Here, take the key?!” Now we have cars that don’t even have keys. Maybe they were onto something…
Congrats on the new site!! Well, my first car was a Chevrolet Chevette (can’t remember the year) and can’t remember why I loved that tiny little car, but I did!
Much love,
Tisha
Oh.M.G!! The new site is beautiful. I’m a creature of habit so it’s a big change on the eyes.
Anyway….you had a Mustang and Melissa had a Camero, ugh! My 16-year-old self is jealous. My favorite car was a ’92 Mitsu Eclipse-paid for it with my own cash and paid if off myself. I thought I as hot stuff.
Then I bought a VW convertible and loved that little pooper too!