‘God, I loved that car.’ Readers share stories about their first set of wheels

Table of Contents Thousands of miles awayFIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGA NICE SURPRISEA LABOR OF LOVETHRILLED

You never forget your first love or your first car. Sometimes your first car is your first love.

Whether it was a dream machine or a bucket of bolts, that introductory vehicle took you places. You were on the road to freedom with independence just around the corner.

You didn’t have to borrow your parents’ station wagon. You didn’t have to beg your older sibling for a ride. You didn’t have to walk to school.

If you wanted to go somewhere, you went. And if you wanted to roll down the windows and turn up the radio, it was OK.

We asked Beacon Journal readers to share memories of their first car. Here are some of those nostalgic tales. Buckle up.

Thousands of miles away

Denny Bowsher bought his first car in 1968 while home on leave from the U.S. Air Force during his “one-year obligatory stint in an all-expense-paid tour of Southeast Asia.”