Some of us are lucky to have had a dream car for a first car.
Maybe it was not so much of a fabulous dream car...but a moment in time where we were happy to be independent and free.
The coveted driver's license gave us the ticket to ride and a way to escape our parents grip.
At first we had to learn at the wheel of the family car or an older friend showed us the ropes, but those days of bliss never quite fade away from our minds.
My older brother, Porter went away to the Navy and left his new, red 1974 Ford Pinto at the house along with the bank payments.
This picture was taken in 1974 and I am with the Pinto, my little brother, Mark and my dog, Sparky.
Dad took over payments while Porter was gone and Mom was going to be driving it.
That didn't last too long because once I taught myself how to drive a stick shift... that car was on the road 24/7. I lived to be driving that car!
Actually, I think I lived in that car and it was an extension of my rebel, take no prisoners personality. (It's still that to some extent)
I read the story of John Schnatter, the founder of Papa Johns, wanting to find his old car that had so many good memories. It was a gold and black, 1971 Z28 Chevrolet Camero. He had sold it for $2800 to save his father's business and launch his own.
His offer was a $250,000 reward to anyone that would find his long lost...but not forgotten car. The whole story here.
Years later...my worn out, red Ford Pinto was traded to a car lot to a white Oldsmobile Cutlass.
I think oil was dripping out the tailpipe when I drove it into the lot and I heard through the grapevine that the engine blew up the next week while the new owner was driving it on Main Street in Richmond KY.
I don't believe I would want that Pinto back.
My dream car was actually a 1971 yellow Jaguar with 12 cylinders, but to this date, I have never owned one.
Life has always been in the way of true bliss perhaps.
Maybe there's still hope!