My dad had a '64 Buick LeSabre convertible. I had just turned sixteen and acquired my full-time license. While I had driven several cars around our neighborhood, I never drove more than a block or two by myself. I was showing my new license to my best buddy, Sam, who was a year younger than me. My dad handed me the keys to the Buick and said, "Be back in an hour or so."Â
For about an hour and a half (of course, I pushed the limits) I had a type of freedom I never knew existed! It was an all-new world!! I could go anywhere....as long as I got back in a hour🤣.Â
When I got home, dad said, "You did fine. The Buick is yours now."Â
Must have been early spring of 71, I don’t recall details, certainly was in a 1968 Tempest 6cyl 4dr.  Either went to work or to pick up my girlfriend.  Car became mine early that summer. Â
For about an hour and a half (of course, I pushed the limits) I had a type of freedom I never knew existed! It was an all-new world!! I could go anywhere....
This is so well stated that I`d like to take full credit for it,sometime in the future Â
.......for me,it was 1967,in the `61 Ford that would eventually become mine........the immense sense of freedom and movement stayed with me thru MANY jobs,two marriages,and eventually the passing of both parents.......now free from any influential social stigma for the first time,I took to the road in a big truck.....freedom and wanderlust was FINALLY sated by the time I hung up my 25 year old CDL,some 10 years ago
A long story: It was July 1956. I was 16 and had signed up for RCAF Reserve Squadron 2400 AC&W which was a radar control squadron for several flying squadrons that flew Vampires and Sabres at that time. I was still at school but spent that Summer full time in training and radar use. After the Summer it was weekends and some evenings.
My parents had sent my younger brothers to camp and then taken off to Europe for 10 weeks. I was left with the keys to a 1955 Chevrolet BelAir two door along with a new licence to drive.
Needless to say, I made the most of it. RCAF 2400 Squadron was mainly young women. After a few solitary journeys, that Chevrolet introduced me to a whole new world.
A long story: It was July 1956. I was 16 and had signed up for RCAF Reserve Squadron 2400 AC&W which was a radar control squadron for several flying squadrons that flew Vampires and Sabres at that time. I was still at school but spent that Summer full time in training and radar use. After the Summer it was weekends and some evenings.
My parents had sent my younger brothers to camp and then taken off to Europe for 10 weeks. I was left with the keys to a 1955 Chevrolet BelAir two door along with a new licence to drive.
Needless to say, I made the most of it. RCAF 2400 Squadron was mainly young women. After a few solitary journeys, that Chevrolet introduced me to a whole new world.
I would,no hesitation,happily watch a movie of all this DavidÂ
My uncle owned a '53 Merc Monterey 2-dr hardtop. Yellow bottom/ black top. It had a standard transmission, mellow mufflers, duals and it was my dream car. And he knew that.
One day he asked me to wash it for him. He lived 10 miles away. I had to go get it, drive it to my house and drive it back. I was 14. It was Cleveland Ohio - in the city.
My mother was furious with her brother. Thankfully she found out about it after the car had been cleaned and delivered.
Ed ????????........are you involved in a time traveling venture with a crazy old scientist ?????..........are your photos of past lives fading as you attempt to accomplish certain mandatory past event manipulations?????.......should we make a phone call on your behalf????
Mine was a very well used 1957 Pontiac wagon bought new by my father and given to my sister in '67. She brutalized it for 1 year and I finished it off. It was a beater for sure but I well recall that feeling of freedom that I could just go anywhere I felt like. Then there was the "freedom" my girlfriend and I felt going "parking" in it. Lol. I towed it with the wrecker to the local dump myself (worked at a Texaco Station) when it was finished and watched the bulldozer flatten and bury it...no thought given to ecology back then.
My uncle owned a '53 Merc Monterey 2-dr hardtop. Yellow bottom/ black top. It had a standard transmission, mellow mufflers, duals and it was my dream car. And he knew that.
One day he asked me to wash it for him. He lived 10 miles away. I had to go get it, drive it to my house and drive it back. I was 14. It was Cleveland Ohio - in the city.
My mother was furious with her brother. Thankfully she found out about it after the car had been cleaned and delivered.
You must have loved that drive Frank because as I recall from your posted pic a while back you bought your very own '53 Merc HT; in bittersweet/black.
@jack-dodds You better believe it. Back then I even drew '53 custome Mercs. It was a sad day when I sold that bittersweet beauty to pay my college tuition.
 
 