OT: Talking Cars Tuesday - Your First Time
So we've definitely covered the "first car" bit, and while the first car you own is important, it's not the same as the first time. For most of us, it was one of our parents cars, as they, terrified, tried to tell us to let off slowly on the brake and not crash into parking lot lightpoles. For others, it was a sibling's car, or an uncles, etc. So - what was the FIRST car you drove? How'd it go? Pictures and stories highly encouraged, no one forgets their first.
It lasted 30 seconds and it involved me crying a lot.
Reindeer performance anxiety?
I thought this thread was about the first time you had sex in a car.
That's what she said.
Beat me to it!
so that's why mrs claus is grumpy.
My friend Bob Sacamano took swim lessons at the Y out in Yonkers, and there were a few Elves in the same swim class. Since you know they shower together after swim class, Bob told me that he snuck a peek one day and was quite surprised. Some of those guys were incredibly well hung. Like a can of Pepsi.
what makes you think it isn't? LOL
I never did it in my first car, but I do remember getting to 2nd base for the first time in my first car. I also remember exactly where I was when it happened and grin and smile when I drive by that location even today.
Did he at least buy you a nice steak dinner?
While my parents had fairly normal cars in 2002-ish and my permit-learning time was split between the 1998 4-Runner and the 2001 V6, 5 Speed Manual Passat (a surprisingly awesome car)
The first car I drove was my mom's Ford Festiva. It was red and my friends called it the jalapeno. That first drive my mom was all over me, I thought she morphed into R. Lee Ermey.
"Borrowed" my sister's Dodge Neon while my parents were gone when I was 14 to meet up with a girl.
No, never got caught. My sister was away at college and left her car at home. My parents had bowling on Saturday nights for several hours, I knew the earliest they'd get home. The car was parked in the street in front of the house, I would come back and park in the exact same spot. Would gas it up if there was a noticeable difference. It was always at night so no one could really see inside to see a 14 or 15 year old driving.
My parents 1987 Buick Somerset was the first car I drove, but I bought my own car 1989 Ford Escort shortly after getting my license.
1987 GMC S-15, manual transmission. Rear wheel drive. Winter. Snow-covered roads.
My dad threw me the keys after receiving my driver's license and told me to drive myself to practice. I had never driven a manual transmission before, but had mentally practiced ad nauseum during the previous few months (practiced shifting through gears while truck was parked in the garage). My dad said I would figure it out. He was right. I think I did much better learning alone - too much pressure with someone else looming in the passenger seat barking advice. I quickly learned how to have fun in parking lots during the winter with that rear wheel drive S-15. Absolutely no weight in the back.
Two examples
1. Dad let me drive (steer) his Volvo 740 around the block when I was real young.
2. When drivers ed started - I drove the almighty Ford Expedition used by my mom. 14 years and 8 months old driving a V8 was pretty nice.
outside of Cleveland on a 600 acre estate. While we were only about 15 miles away from downtown, we might as well have been on another planet. It was, essentially, a farm. We had a horse, we had chickens, there was abull for a couple years. The estate/farm was owned by some seriously wealthy folks (their family buisness was NACCO Industries). My Mom worked in the Main House, my Dad was the Gardener
One of the plusses was there was plenty of room for me to learn to drive. Starting when I was about 14, my Dad would drive his farm truck (1982 Chevy Luv, 1.8L diesel, 5 speed) down to our back door every day at 5. He'd come in and ask me to "do him a favor" and park the truck up in the barn for him. The barn was about a quarter mile away, and somehow it'd always take me about a half hour to get back home.
I miss that farm. I miss that truck. Mostly, I miss my Dad
Where did you grow up Benoit?
And my first time was somewhat similar (but a lot shorter). I grew up at 125 Ottawa Dr, Pontiac and we had a detached two car garage behind the house. When I was 14 my dad let me drive the car out (a 1973 powder blue Pontiac Granville) and park it next to the house.
Basically back then kids were human remote controls - "hey, change the channel to X" and human automatic starters for cars.
Hunting Valley more specifically. If you've ever driven down Shaker Blvd until it dead ends into Chagrin River, the estate on the right hand side is where I grew up. They owned from Shaker all the way back to South Woodland.
Across the street was another estate that was owned by the family that owned Standard Oil of Ohio (SOHIO). I used to weed eat their hangar and around the lights on their airfield as part of my summer job for a couple years.
Interestingly, in the late 90's part of their land got sold off to Al Lerner for the house he built when me moved to CLE full time after buying the Browns.
Funny small world, this. My cousins grew up in Chagrin Falls and that intersection of South Woodland and Chagrin River is directly on our route to their old house and about five minutes from it.
I was just over at the Polo field a couple weeks ago in fact. Its a great place to let the dogs and children run wild
Valley
I actually proposed to my wife at the last table to the left in this picture. The artist took famous scenes from the past and superimposed them upon the present day. This was the great Chargrin River fllood of 1913 (no I wasnt alive then).
right out my back door was a tributary of the Chagrin named Luce Creek. We had a waterfall in the ordchard not much smaller than Chgrin Falls, but it was climb-able.
I've walked under that bridge/Main street many, many times.
and went to high school with Dave Modell (after Gilomre and Hawken booted him he had to slum it with the public school kids at Kirtland High School). KHS had 490 kids and Davey boy still couldn't make any of the sports teams -- a total douche. He literally was the water boy for the football team.
Waite Hill is freakin' awesome. We had horses and loads of fun as kids.
but Ive heard many stories similar to yours. Also he was douch supreme when trying to stick up for Art after the Move in 95. Then in the 30 for 30 he said "if you think about it, Cleveland lost nothing and were only without football for a few months". he shouldve just declined to be interviewed
Just Googled it and saw he had lung cancer and do remember him smoking a lot when in high school.
I can't muster up even an ounce of compassion here at all -- he was that big of a dickhead.
My dad taught me how to drive it when I was 15. [name redacted] taught me how to have sex in it when I was 17.
Part of me still wants a nice van with cool features. My dad had one and it was super comfy.
a tramp!
/jk XM
The first vehicle I drove was a mid '70s Jeep Cherokee when I was 10 or 11. I putt putted around on private property two tracks, with a parent of course. I had been operating a vehicle for about 5 years before I took driver's training.
Literally the first car I ever drove was an older-model Chevy Corsica, like this one, because they had a fleet of them for piddling around on the range at the driving school:
Mine shat its antifreeze all over the parking lot at one point.
The first car I ever drove on the road was the school's Oldsmobile Cutlass Cieras, a newer model than the range cars:
This was a problem, because those Olds's had gas pedals that you really had to stomp to make them go anywhere. Leadfooting was required or the car just creaked forward. Great car for student drivers when you don't want them flying around the roads. Big problem when you put that student driver in a car with a more normal gas pedal and that student driver stomps it just as hard as he did in the learner car. Now Mom's minivan (first car I drove that wasn't owned by a driving school) has some kick to it that she never knew about!
The first time my parents actually let me take the wheel of a car was probably about age 12 in what was then a brand spanking new 1989 Lumina....until I got my hands on it. My dad decided it would be fun to test me somehow and have be back out of a 200-foot long driveway, so I began my journey on the driveway and ended it about 100 feet later in the middle of my mother's geraniums. Something about checking the rear-view mirror being shouted at me, as I recall. Anyway, further instruction involved moving forward.
1994 Dodge Intrepid. Ex-girfriend wanted to know if I still had feelings for her... after I told her the answer was "no".
learned by driving an old chevy pick up around the farm and down dirt roads. probably was 11 or 12 when I faced my first double yellow. It was a lot easier than i thought staying inbetween the lines
either my Dad's Ford Taurus beater or Mom's Chrysler Pacifica. Dad had me doing figure 8's in reverse in a parking lot. Standard practice?
First time I drove a car was my mom's Impala that I drove around the block. The first time I drove a stick was my parent's 2006 CTS-V. I felt like such a bad ass just because I didn't kill it. That was a little too much power for me as a 16 year old, though.
'97 Wrangler. Absolutely loved it (also the first car I got lucky in...). Drove it until 2012 when we had our first child. I took a ton of pictures of it the day I traded it in, and definitely shed a tear as I handed over the keys. Still miss her. Once the kids are older, I am absolutely getting another.