A Farmall tractor--sluggish, hard to maneuver and not real good on gas. But it sure was fun sitting up that high off the ground and having all that horsepower under my butt.

I was just a gleam in DAD's eyes; Mom didn't want another when they got together... and told him so in rather colorful terms the day she informed him I was on the way.

After that, I just drove a loaded diaper and a sweaty crib pillow. Some days, after a nap, they didn't know which end to change, I sweated so much! (I would have suggested they follow their nose, but I wasn't saying much then, either.)

My brothers...! :~)

Just learning to drive the landyacht.

http://www.caranddriver.com/var/ezfl...cd_gallery.jpg

Like another poster posted, this is what I drove starting in 1951.. I was 11 years old..My grandmother got this for me...
I rode the wheels off this thing. I recalled how I could blast up to an intersection, looked to my left, if nothing was coming, I proceed straight through, if something come from my left or right, I would duck to the left. A neighbor went and told my mother that I was going to kill myself doing that move. That started the addiction to two wheels.. ;)

This baby was heavy, she had front suspension, turn signals, front light, and horn...
A 1951 Western Flyer...

http://www.cehoward.net/westernflyer2

http://www.cehoward.net/westernflyer3

sorry - I'm not old enough to be posting in this section (I'm 47), but I love cars, so here's a picture of my dad's (RIP Pops) first new (to him) car. Anyone know what it is? 49-50 Chevy?

http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3048/2...44972228_o.jpg

In 11th & 12th grades. 1958-59.

A 51 Ford Vic with a bored out 53 Merc engine with an axial flow blower pushing through a Holley 4 barrel.

I may be old, but I'm obviously not as old as you! I got my license in '73, just a couple of months before my 18th birthday. I know, late; but I had my bicycle!

First car was a '62 VW bug. It was a 'dog', but I could pull 'wheelies' with it in the school parking lot. Windshield wipers worked off vacuum, so at idle they would really fly, but at 50 mph when you needed them the most, they would just crawl across the windshield. :notamused:

Got into 'hot rods' after that until wife and kids killed it.

Mainly my mom's '59 Volvo PV-544 which later became my car, plus some of my dad's rental cars, too many to remember all of them.

Yeah, that.

13/20 on the brand quiz.

First car I ever owned myself was given to me by my folks (retired family car): '67 Pontiac LeMans. First New New (as opposed to New-To-Me Used): '75 Pontiac TransAm. With the Poncho 400 (aka 6.6 liter) and a Rochester Quadrajet. Talk about watching the gas gauge head for Empty when you tromped on it and kicked in those other two bbls!!

I rode...didn't drive...I was an infant(born in '58)

I drove my parents crazy.

I did not drive until 1963, and this is as close as I could find to my first ride.
#!By the end of 1966 I had one of these in dark green with beige interior.
http://bikeforums.net/attachment.php...hmentid=229635
Some good times were had in that car! :D

I started driving at about 12 years old, which would have been 1951, and we had a 1946 Willys Jeep which looked something like this, except it had a wooden top from Sears?? which came in a kit which my dad assembled himself. I am sure it met NO safety standards.

I got to be a good 4 wheel driver. One day the state park ranger came to my mom and asked her what all the tracks were on the little mesas in the river bed. My mom, bless her, told him I had nothing to do with them.

http://www.remarkablecars.com/main/w...ys-00009-1.jpg

1952 I was 7 years old, drove a pair of mules, named Beck and Belle, hooked to a farm wagon. By the end of the decade my older brother would occasionally let me drive his 57 Pontiac as long as he was with me.

A fat tire, coaster brake Schwinn that was bombproof and made of pig iron I believe. However, I rode it up hills and down dirt trails without a thought of weight or shock. It also brought groceries back and carried my friends on its handlebars, took me to school, and dried my mom's laundry when not otherwise in use.

I also rode a 4 wheeled Flexible Flyer..... a sort of primitive sidewalk belly luge and source of many skinned knees and elbows.

Porsche 356.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porsche_356
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...r_coupe_03.jpg

OK, only sorda. My dad brought it over from Germany when we moved to the the U.K. in the mid 50's. I was still a kid when he'd sometimes let me steer it from the passenger side (which at least was the "driver's side" in England - left hand drive vehicle of course - not as shown in the above wiki photo). On narrow, winding English B roads for heaven's sake. Another era.

This was many years before I got behind the wheel of my first car, a 1964 Mark II Austin Healey Sprite.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Austin-Healey_Sprite
Aftermarket fiberglass ("Ashley") bonnet, 948 cc Morris Minor engine, rack-and-pinion steering, model after the famous frog-eye. What a blast!

My first car (in 1964) was a 1959 DeSoto Sportsman. I was 18 and it had one of those push button automatic transmissions.

Didn't start driving until mid 60's and only when my dad was with me. I would drive his 1958 Ford Fairlane. I bought my first car when I went into the military in 1965, a 1963 Bug Eyed Sprite. From there I got a 1958 Buick and then my pride and joy, a 1965 Plymouth Sports Fury with a non-stock 426 Eddlebrock blown hemi on a 4 barrel Holy. I got married in 1969 and drove the Plymouth until we found out that the wife was pregnant so we traded it in for a brand new 1972 Datsun station wagon.

'58 Ford Fairlane to a bug-eye Sprite (or frog-eye as we called it over there) ..... quite the transition!

I'm with you, got my licence in 1978.....

The story I heard about the 1958 Oldsmobiles was that a few years prior in a product development meeting a young designer was using the then-new technique of 'overhead projection' to present various ideas for chrome treatments. Two of the slides were accidentally placed on the overhead projector stuck together, and the image projected was overloaded with chrome.

Several of the senior General Motors men jumped up and yelled, "Yes! That's the look we're after!"

Technically, a 1951 Olds 88. But I was sitting on my Dad's lap steering as we went very slowly down an otherwise unoccupied street. He had control of the gas and brakes of course.

I used a stroller and my Mom's arms as my primary form of transportation - then upgraded to a red tricycle just like Agave. The tricycle was an aluminum framed 29er (a Mountain Trike), with a triple by 8 (24 speeds) and full suspension. I was the "8 and Under" world downhill champion for over 20 years!

People tell me that I'm having memory problems as I age, but - - oh hell, I can't remember what I was going to say.