My first car was a 1989 Firebird 305 w/5 speed. It's the car that got me into cars, taught me how to wrench, and taught me how to drive (and do donuts, power slides, e-brake slides, etc). It was also the first and only vehicle I ever totaled, after t-boning a driver who ran a stop sign. My grandpa bought me that car, and a few months later he unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack at age 60. I swore I'd buy another just like it some day.
March 2004, I needed a car, and I decided to search nationwide for a 1989 Pontiac Firebird in Maui Blue, only this time, a Formula 350 model...giving up the 5 speed in exchange for more cubes. My search turned up a hit just a few hours away, in the Michigan thumb, with just 70,000 miles, no rust, and never drove in the winter.
I wasted no time, as after I slid behind the wheel, the attraction was too great. While my first one didn't get away, going to it's resting place instead, I wanted that first car feeling once again, promising not to let this one slip away. That was 2004.
I wanted a fun car as a daily driver, and that's the roll my Pontiac served me for the past 8 years. While I wanted to park it a few years ago, either buying another car, or even simply a beater, it never happened. The year round driving continued, the rust got a little worse, and with 153,000 miles, I feel I rode her a little too hard and too long.
Structurally, the car is still in fairly good shape. Aside from needed some new seat covers, and some new carpet (that light gray is hard to keep clean!), the interior looks great! Yet the floor pans will likely need patched, if not replaced. The rear inner wheel wells are gone, literally. The bracket for the rear seat shoulder straps have literally broke free from the wheel well, as it rusted away. The body has a few dings that can be fixed, though the driver side door may need replaced, I won't know until I dig into it later on down the road.
The good news is, I'm buying my dad's 2002 Ford F150 in a month or so. I will FINALLY be able to park my Pontiac. Later on down the road, perhaps in 2-3 years, I will be able to start giving the car the attention it deserved. For me, this car IS my first car. All the memories, hanging with friends, meeting girls, blasting my music, enjoying the sun with the t-tops out, burying the speedometer, they all feel like just yesterday. It still feels like the car my grandpa bought me, months before passing. For that reason, I will never let this one get away.
You can read more about my car and see some pictures here: My 1989 Pontiac Formula
So, tell me about your car that you can't let go, but have drove a little longer than you should have.
March 2004, I needed a car, and I decided to search nationwide for a 1989 Pontiac Firebird in Maui Blue, only this time, a Formula 350 model...giving up the 5 speed in exchange for more cubes. My search turned up a hit just a few hours away, in the Michigan thumb, with just 70,000 miles, no rust, and never drove in the winter.
I wasted no time, as after I slid behind the wheel, the attraction was too great. While my first one didn't get away, going to it's resting place instead, I wanted that first car feeling once again, promising not to let this one slip away. That was 2004.
I wanted a fun car as a daily driver, and that's the roll my Pontiac served me for the past 8 years. While I wanted to park it a few years ago, either buying another car, or even simply a beater, it never happened. The year round driving continued, the rust got a little worse, and with 153,000 miles, I feel I rode her a little too hard and too long.
Structurally, the car is still in fairly good shape. Aside from needed some new seat covers, and some new carpet (that light gray is hard to keep clean!), the interior looks great! Yet the floor pans will likely need patched, if not replaced. The rear inner wheel wells are gone, literally. The bracket for the rear seat shoulder straps have literally broke free from the wheel well, as it rusted away. The body has a few dings that can be fixed, though the driver side door may need replaced, I won't know until I dig into it later on down the road.
The good news is, I'm buying my dad's 2002 Ford F150 in a month or so. I will FINALLY be able to park my Pontiac. Later on down the road, perhaps in 2-3 years, I will be able to start giving the car the attention it deserved. For me, this car IS my first car. All the memories, hanging with friends, meeting girls, blasting my music, enjoying the sun with the t-tops out, burying the speedometer, they all feel like just yesterday. It still feels like the car my grandpa bought me, months before passing. For that reason, I will never let this one get away.
You can read more about my car and see some pictures here: My 1989 Pontiac Formula
So, tell me about your car that you can't let go, but have drove a little longer than you should have.
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