Dumb stories ,about your first car...

Dad wanted to buy me a K car for my first car. I didn't want to drive it because it was "an old man's car" and I wanted something sportier. Not even for one year and sell it, I still didn't want it.

So I find a 68 Barracuda fastback with 84 k miles for sale. It belonged to an old man in Wisconsin that had owned it since new and finally decided to trade it in on a new car (a K-car to be ironic). The guy had bought it for his teenage son to drive. It had the rust around the pass torsion bar, but he had a local welding shop reinforce it with 1/4" metal so it was good to drive again.


After getting it ready for driving, when his dad went to get the license plates, his son told him that the "car was ugly" and he didn't want to drive it. He wanted to drive an old Hurst. How morbid...

So lucky for me, the kid didn't want the Barracuda, so I ended up getting it for my first car. It had a very clean interior and a 318 with manual steering, column shift, and a bench seat in front.

I loved that car. Drove it all over, including to Florida for spring break in college. Sure was better than driving a K-car...