most memorable car

What was the most memorable car you have owned? Mine was the first car I built. A 1934 Ford tudor/chopped top 2 1/2"/SBC/dropped front axel 4 bar set-up/rally wheels/corvette seats/9". I drove that car everywhere & was very proud of it.
Don

Sad to say, there have been so many come and go over the years that there is a lot of competition for most memorable..........both good and bad!:)

But if I had to pick just one it would be number one. Just something about the first car you worked hard for and finally obtained. Mine was just an affordable, 11 year old, used, family car. A '51 Merc tudor. Fresh rebuilt stock engine, original interior in great shape, arrow straight sheet metal, and SoCal rust free. It was pale creme yellow, faded when I first saw it. It was parked on the corner of the local strip shopping center with a For Sale sign in the windshield. Just thinking about how I felt on the drive home after exchanging $125.00 for the pink slip (they really were then) brings a big smile to the face.:3dSMILE:

Spent a whole day polishing that faded original paint to a showroom shine. Vacuumed every square inch of the interior. Spray painted the wheels gloss black and mounted a set of porta-walls on it. Cleaned the engine compartment, and polished the chrome to an eye searing gleam.

Wow!! Thanks Don!

I'm pretty partial to the one I have now, but if I could have one back, it would be my 1968 Chevy Biscayne, 427-425 hp, 4 speed, 4.10 gears and not much else. I was 21 in 1971 when I bought her for $1500. I looked like a teenager driving Daddy's fleet car. I sure suprised a lot of people on Dodge street in Omaha with that one. It was my daily driver too, learned how to adjust valves with that car. Had to do it once a month. Maybe building a clone will be my next project.

Pat

My First Car- It was a 55' chevy belair..I bought it from an old lady down the street and paid $700.00 for it ( in 1979, I was 15)...it had a tired small block and mostly stock trim....Within the first day I had te motor out and a 1000 pieces on my dads garage floor...It tok me a whole year to get it back together, painted pdark primer grey with a big block 454 I bought from the local junk yard....I thought it was the coolest car ever ( Butt Ugly!)...I had a lot of fun in that car....

Actually, having owned only two Olds, a Mustang POS and a AMC eagle, I would have to say none of the above. The most memorable car I can remember was my dads 78 Chrysler New Yorker. This thing was HUGE! And black. And 440 powered. :3dSMILE: I was about 7 years old, we were heading to my grandmothers house, then Suddenly-BOOM! 120 dollars woth of muffler just blows of the back of this thing. And it gets loud. Really loud. However, it probably gained a good 50 horse. The muffler was defective, and it was almost completly sealed off inside!:whacked: Monroe put on a complete exhaust for free. Wonder why?

My first car was my favorite. A little 42 ford jeep with a 1950's V8-60 conversion. That was a cool little rig, I took it offroad and even to the drags. It was always as a joke of course since it ran 16's with headers, a cam and a single two barrel. The v8-60 popped when I was over revving trying to climb a sand hill and I finally found a 42 willys four banger. Its impossible to find another v8-60 in socal thats reasonabley priced. But ive still got it partially restored sitting in my barn.

Most memorable but certainly not favorite was a 1975 Chevy P/U longbed powder blue in color. Had a 250 I6 with a Rochester MONOJET, "3 on the tree" trans that jammed often and a rearend that must have been a 2.88. 0-60 was measured with a sundial.

The worst thing about this truck was that it used to be a service truck for a funeral home and the paint that was under the old vynil lettering was in much better shape than the rest fo the paint so you could read the lettering long after the vynil was gone.

Damn, it was hard getting laid in that thing :rolleyes:

Abe

It would have to be my first car , a 69 ss chevelle. I bought the car when I was 17 for $2600 dollars. The car was mint ,I wonder what it would be worth today , I sold it for $3500 , wish I had it today. I heard the kid who bought it beat the snot out of it , after going through three clutches he put a automatic in it:CRY:

I've had hundreds of cars. My first was a 39 Olds coupe when I was 13. That was my favorite for about a week till I traded it for a 50 Ford sport coupe.
The car I would most like to have back was a 1969 Ford custom 500 two door post sedan. I bought it at a state surplus vehicle auction. It was a Maine state police cruiser with a 427 engine. Areal sleeper. It was a medium blue with a white top. I lived in Mass. at the time and the Mass. state police cars had a distinctive two tone blue paint job so it wasn,t recognized as a police car. I won a lot of street races in that thing.
A kid at work had a new (72) Mustang Mach 1 with a 351 in it. He kept challenging everyone to race him.
After a couple of weeks of his bragging I told him I'll race him but only if he would race for pink slips. I had to explain the concept since there were no pink slips or titles in Mass. at the time. I rode to lunch with him a few times and when he tried to show off I could tell he was afraid of it.
I smeared some grease on the air filter where it said 427 and pulled off one of my plug wires and took him for a ride in my car. It didn't run very good on seven cylinders but I asked him to give me a day to tune it up and we would race the next day after work. The tune up was a tank of Sunoco 160 and replacing the plug wire.
The next day he was talking trash and asking if anyone wanted to buy the clunker he was going to win. After work everyone was waiting for the big race. There was a big empty paking lot next to the shop. I said I wanted to warm up the car before the race so I did a Rockford into a double cookie making enough smoke to get lost in. The kid tried to do the same but kept stalling. His big grin was gone.
The race was from the 128 exit off rte 1 to the Wakefield town line. When the light turned green I sat there for a while burning rubber so he could go first. I passed him on the offramp and didn't see him again till I pulled over at the finish line. He wen't by a few minutes later but didn't stop.
He never came back to work even to pick up his paycheck. I ran into him a few months later and asked him when can I pick up my Mach 1. He said it was reposessed. He was driving an old caddy.
It was the only street race I had that was prearranged and had an audience. The guys were glad they didn't have to listen to him anymore.
Of course when I drove the car in Maine everyone thought it was a police car. People would pull over when I came up behind them or turn off at the first chance.
I traded it when I moved to Maine in 73 for the 65 Mustang fastback that I still own. So I don't really regret letting it go as much as if I had just sold it for cash.The guy I traded it to made a stock car out of it and won a lot of races with it. The engine was still good when he was done racing and he put it in a 66 pickup and kept it for a couple more years before I lost track of it.
Maybe if I didn't still own the Mustang I would pick that as my most memorable car but I'm not through making memories with it yet.
AL

My canarie yellow 57 chevy step side big window, stroker 383, runnig dual 4bs on 110 oct, muncie rock crusher 4 speed, 12 in's of rubber in the rear front axle was fliped for that nose in the air look, rear bed slats filled with led for more weight over the rear wheels, widened steelies and baby moons

My second car. 66 GTO. Burgundy w/Black Interior. 389/4speed. Wish I had that one back.

I would have to say my first car as well. It was the car I first started driving in and has a lot of memorys. It was a 1974 chevelle with a 350 with no compression and a top that had a small rip in it which turned to hardly any top left after sitting in the highschool parking lot everyday. Friends would joke how it wanted to turn into the junkyard when we passed one, but it was mine. We learned how to pack 8 people into it leaving the roller rink one night (they had roller skates instead of roller blades back then). It was funny hearing my brother when we got home say about the fat chick that was in the back seat, she was on her side and she took up half the seat and me and the other 3 guys had to crowd onto the other half. It was good for neutral drops until doing one on a hill (kids!) and busting the u-joint and rolling down the hill. Somehow we couldn't convince my friends dad who came and towed us that it "just broke". He said you guys were trying to make fancy marks on the road weren't you. I learned how to get a lecture from a cop flying to school one day and got to see the back of a police car for the first time. Eventually she did go to the junkyard like everyone said she should be at, but my cousin got her swivel buckets for his cutlass. Most memorable cars I've drove but didn't own have been a 390 mercury cougar and a mid 80's corvette. I rode in my dads '69 mach 1 but don't remember it because he sold it when i was still an infant. He said my car seat didn't fit in the back well and I still get blamed to this day for him having to sell it.