My First Car
I will never forget my first car and my first girl friend, which were both beautiful in their own ways. I was only 15 years old when I got my driver's license and I couldn't wait to have my own car. It was a 1956 Chevy. This was a car that any cool guy my age would want to have. I was very lucky, because my uncle was a car salesman at a Chevrolet dealership, and one of his best customers, an old lady, traded in the car to buy a new one. She had kept the car in her garage most of the time, and seldom drove it, so it only has 20,000 miles on it. It was beautiful, maroon and white. My uncle told me he would sell it to me for only $500 dollars, a great deal. I had saved $250 from working on the weekends and my mother gave me the other $250. I paid her back later. The body was perfect, not even a scratch, and the interior was almost like new, with black and white upholstery and nice black carpet on the floor. It was a four-door car, with an automatic transmission, and bench seats in the front and back. These were the only things that weren't perfect about the car. A "perfect" 1956 Chevrolet for a teenager in those days would have only two doors, bucket seats in the front, and a standard transmission on the floor. But it was close enough to perfect for me. Let me tell you, it was easy to get a pretty girlfriend with a car like that. I felt like the coolest guy in high school when I was driving around with my girlfriend, Mary Ann. And I went on a date every weekend with her in my car. The car was in such excellent condition that I drove it through four years of high school, put it in my mother's garage for four years while I was in the Navy, and drove it through college. Then it finally died when I finished college, I felt like I had lost an old friend. Unfortunately, I don't have a single picture of that car, but I will put a link below so you can see a similar car. My next car was a 1970 orange Volkswagen bug. It was nice, but nothing would ever replace that beautiful 1956 Chevy. In conclusion, I will never forget my first car as long as I live, and sometimes I still dream about it, and Mary Ann. They were both beautiful. Do you remember your first car?
Click here to see a maroon and white 1956 Chevy.
56 Chevy