Friday LOLs. A drive down memory lane

[luzribeiro.livejournal.com]

They're beautiful little metal beasts. And we love'm so much. Vintage cars. They're like a drive down memory lane, and remind us of the good times of old.

Do you have any? Or have you had and old car at some point? What kind of car was it? Which fave places did it bring you to? GOT PICS???

This baby over here is my hubby's old Ford Capri 1971. He finally managed to renovate it a few months ago, and so this little baby is shining in front of home once again. It's Bordeaux-wine red, has a vinyl roof and original rostyle wheel rims (very rare). 3-gear automatic transmission still in perfect condition and the engine ticks over beautifully. Fave place it has brought me to? Simons Town on the Cape Peninsula - a very Mediterranean-looking place, and quite fitting for a Ford Capri, IMO. :)

Comments

[a-new-machine.livejournal.com]

My first car, which I drove for nearly a decade, a 1994 Toyota Corolla stick-shift. The thing was an absolute dog. Shook if you got above 75mph, had a bunch of rust holes, had a bad habit of killing thermostats and thus killing my heat. I once broke down, by overheating, on a day when it was -15ºF (-26ºC).

Still, I miss it. It was my college car, the car I drove to my first job, the car that I drove to meet my girlfriend for the first time in. Even though I've been driving an automatic for years now, sometimes I find myself reaching for the clutch.

[brother-dour.livejournal.com]

sometimes I find myself reaching for the clutch

God, I still do that- and rest my hand on the gearshift. I had my Scion for a couple of years before my sister realized that it was an automatic! That's what happens when you drive nothing but sticks for, like, a decade straight.

[a-new-machine.livejournal.com]

My favorite was when, a few years back, I was driving my dad's truck to the dump with my brother in the passenger seat. Now, the passenger seat no longer locked -- it'd slide forward on its position-adjustment track, and the back portion would pull forward freely. So when we went to get off the highway, and I put the "clutch" to the floor, my brother was the first to discover that I had in fact hit the brake... when his seat pushed forward, then the back of it slammed his face into the dash.

Good times.