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1970 AMC Hornet, yellow w/ olive green interior. Bought in 1977 for $600. Used more oil than gas, and I had to open up the carbuerator on cold mornings to jiggle the butterfly. The heater could not be turned off, no AC, the driver's side window could not be rolled down all the way, or it would drop down, the passenger side rear view mirror fell off, and more than once the bolt holding the driver's seat back came loose while I was driving! Drove it until 1982, when it finally died and could not be resurrected.
My friends and I took the engine apart the first weekend I had it. We replaced a goodly number of parts, including all 4 rotors. brake pads, and the master cylinder. It ran great after that.
I could fit 3 full sets of drums in it - good for getting to gigs, and when I drove it from northern NJ to middle-of-nowhere, La. to visit a high school buddy of mine, I got 41 MPG.
Unfortunately, on the return trip, a woman came from behind me and took out everything from the right rear wheel well to the dashboard. Sure do miss that car!
It was supposed to be my mother's car after my dad got a new one in 1967, but she failed her driver's license test. I got use of the car and $5 a week for gas as long as I took her to work and anywhere else she wanted to go. I did have to keep explaining it was not my fault the front passenger door was smashed in. Mom managed to do that while the driver's test examiner was in the car. "But everyone told me I was making my turns too wide," she said to dad...
Was a nice car, though.
Edited to add, based on jim53's message below, that I learned to drive on a 1967 Pontiac Catalina station wagon. One of the biggest ugliest cars on the road, as I recall. I had to learn to parallel park in that sucker.
Now I'm 50, drive an '03 Mustang convertible and drive around w/ the top down, playing Queen as loud as I can! Sorta freaks out some of our church members where my husband is pastor, lol (I am not your ordinary pastor's wife!)
It finally died when my dad drove through a big puddle and the water came up through the floor and drenched him. It was completely rusted through. I did drive it for a while (very illegally) with a piece of plywood for a floor. After that my brothers had it to drive round the fields, to the terror of the sheep!
The one thing I really wanted to do was emulate the picture in the Haynes manual of a man driving it with the body completely removed. The chassis had a full floorpan, completely separate from the bodywork.
Dear old TUJ - I miss him! All sorts of things went wrong, but you could usually fix them and I learned a lot. I have driven: without a clutch (okay except for traffic lights), without an accelerator (use the choke - remember them?), without brakes (that was scary), without wipers (interesting), without headlights (very interesting), and of course without a starter motor. That was no problem - you just got out the starting handle, or bump started if you were on any sort of slope.
Edited to correct the typo that scared jeniieg
The first car I owned was a much more modest Ford Falcon that a little old lady who rarely drove it sold to me.