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What was Your First Car and What did Your First Car Mean to You?

Article by Fabafterfifty

When I was asked if I would like to review a book called My First Car I declined. Why? Because the author had interviewed 60 people about what their first cars meant to them which seemed like a great idea , but 59 of the interviewees were men and it seemed to suggest lots of talk about tinkering under the bonnet.

The request did however get me thinking- what was my first car and what did it mean to me?

My first car represented freedom

My first car was a mini- I was 18 years old and still studying for my A levels. What did it mean? Well, for my father it meant no longer having be my taxi driver !  For me it meant freedom. It seemed like the first step into adulthood and responsibility. It was exciting! I have to confess that it was bought for me ( public transport was practically non-existent and my poor father was finding difficult to fit in the  picking up and dropping off)– although I had to pay half back out of my earnings from my Saturday job- which I could now drive to (and also work two evenings after school as I was no longer reliant on being driven by someone else)!

For the first time I could choose my own times to come home- I could make plans to meet friends without having to consult my father to check his availability first. I could make an emergency dash to the vet to save my younger sister’s guinea pig (mum didn’t drive). It represented ‘growing up’.

I felt that I had become a member of a new club. My trusted mini took me everywhere- and what do I drive now? Well, having driven numerous cars over the years I am currently driving….another mini. But, as the mini also turned 50 recently, it does seem appropriate!!

What did your first car mean to you?


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  1. publishinggal

    June 24, 2011

    1967 Camaro! Can’t believe I sold that car! What did it mean to me? It was my escape hatch for getting out of Iowa and taking me to live in Florida!

  2. Susan McNally

    June 28, 2011

    A Beetle. Taught me never to get a car with the engine in the back. My Father used it once and was hit in the rear by a Porsche? The Beetle was a right off but appeared to have minimal damage.

    • Tina Gregoire

      February 1, 2012

      Wait a minute, Porsches have rear engines and they rock.

  3. Tina Gregoire

    February 1, 2012

    My first car was a yellow Rabbit. Before that I drove my dad’s Corvette, my husband’s 240Z, and other people’s cars. My last car was a silver Targa, courtesy of divorce. I’m almost carless now.

  4. Tina Gregoire

    February 1, 2012

    PS I must be a lot older…or more daring…than most of you because I hitchhiked up and down the West Coast in the mid 60s (with a girlfriend and her long-haired guy) and that was much more liberating than any fossil fuel vehicle I’ve ever owned. Too bad it’s not so safe to hitchhike anymore. Those were the days!

  5. Jo Carroll

    September 16, 2012

    A Morris Minor – with so much rust on it the passenger got wet feet if we drove through a puddle!

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