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One of my buddies sent an email to a bunch of us. He wanted to know if we had a picture of our favorite car. And a story of why that was so. But me, being me, Yes, I have a favorite car (that is a picture of it I used to start this Post)
But I have memories of other cars too.
So we will start with my favorite car: 1977 Caprice Classic with Landau roof and velour interior. "The Poor man's Cadillac!"
I ordered that car new. It was the first car I ever bought new. Not only new...but special order. I got every option available, including Cassette Player/Radio, upgraded speakers and AC. And the bigger engine/transmission/suspension kit.
It road like it was on a cloud. On a Highway you didn't even notice you were going fast until the needle climbed to ninety or so. Sadly, Police did notice. And believe it or not, when I said I was just cruising along and listening to the radio and didn't realize I was speeding...all I got were warnings Those days are pretty much gone.
It was the most comfortable, smooth riding, pretty car I ever owned. I wasn't into the Muscle cars my friends and brother liked, I just wanted a living room on wheels. And I got it. Pure Class.
Kathy grew up in rural Canada. Nobody she knew had new cars. Old reliable junkers ...just like our Farm people. So when she saw my car for the first time, and then got in for a ride with me, she asked shyly: "Kevin, are you ...ah...rich?"
My plan was to keep her in pristine shape (The car, not Kathy you bums !) and then Register her as a Classic Car after 20 years. And I did keep her in Showroom level condition. No one ever smoked in her. Food was not allowed in either. And there were no cup holders. LOL
Alas, while stopped at a red light, a drunk lady in her boyfriend's stollen car, came at high speed right at me. She hit me so hard, that the car behind me broke its drive shaft. Needles to say, my Beauty was turned into a twisted pile of junk. I wasn't hurt. The drunk was not hurt either. But my beloved Caprice Clasic was beyond repair. Sigh.
I do have another Car story. In grade school I used to have to shovel a ton of coal delivered to my neighbor's coal chute to his basement. He had stalls marked : November thru April. He ran his coal furnace off of it all.
When we moved to the Suburbs when I was 12 years old, I still came in every October to do that task for him. When I was 17 he got a new fangled gas furnace. But for all my years of service to him (I never asked for money, he was an old man when I was young...and just kept getting older!) he sold me his 1963 Chrysler Newport. He had bought it new and it was only six years old when he sold it to me for $500 bucks. It had 2,000 miles on it. It was huge!
So I took it over to my girl's house to show her parents. My girl and I got in the back seat to show them that we could lay side by side on it, and close the doors! I thought that was cool. Never realizing that to them...well, that back seat looked like a baby factory. They banned her from dating me in that car. So my Uncle was very happy to buy it from me for more than I paid for it. I was a good Catholic Boy and never even thought about how we could have fooled around in that back seat. A year later...and I found out when you are a teen, in love, and with hormones doing their thing...there's enough room to fool around in a Corvette with bucket seats and a stick shift. So I understood their worry. LOL
And my last car story. And you folks who really know cars...please don't laugh at my reasons for choosing this last car.
I was stationed in Germany. I saw a MG Midget in the Permanent Party parking lot. It was Forrest green, and had three windshield wipers. Three! Of course, it had a five speed on the floor, and bucket seats. And it was close to the ground. So I actually towered over it with my five foot six frame. But three windshield wipers just seemed so cool to me.
Well he go PCS'd and wanted to sell it quick. So I bought it from him for cheap. And I put a lot of kilometers on that thing. I also learned trying to keep duel carbs in synch...is a pain. It was like a fancy go cart. You were so close to the ground that 35 mph felt like 60. I have a lot of memories in that car...it was in one word- fun.
So memories are pounding up from the basement of my mind now...to many to write down. So I shall stop here.
But I have memories of other cars too.
So we will start with my favorite car: 1977 Caprice Classic with Landau roof and velour interior. "The Poor man's Cadillac!"
I ordered that car new. It was the first car I ever bought new. Not only new...but special order. I got every option available, including Cassette Player/Radio, upgraded speakers and AC. And the bigger engine/transmission/suspension kit.
It road like it was on a cloud. On a Highway you didn't even notice you were going fast until the needle climbed to ninety or so. Sadly, Police did notice. And believe it or not, when I said I was just cruising along and listening to the radio and didn't realize I was speeding...all I got were warnings Those days are pretty much gone.
It was the most comfortable, smooth riding, pretty car I ever owned. I wasn't into the Muscle cars my friends and brother liked, I just wanted a living room on wheels. And I got it. Pure Class.
Kathy grew up in rural Canada. Nobody she knew had new cars. Old reliable junkers ...just like our Farm people. So when she saw my car for the first time, and then got in for a ride with me, she asked shyly: "Kevin, are you ...ah...rich?"
My plan was to keep her in pristine shape (The car, not Kathy you bums !) and then Register her as a Classic Car after 20 years. And I did keep her in Showroom level condition. No one ever smoked in her. Food was not allowed in either. And there were no cup holders. LOL
Alas, while stopped at a red light, a drunk lady in her boyfriend's stollen car, came at high speed right at me. She hit me so hard, that the car behind me broke its drive shaft. Needles to say, my Beauty was turned into a twisted pile of junk. I wasn't hurt. The drunk was not hurt either. But my beloved Caprice Clasic was beyond repair. Sigh.
I do have another Car story. In grade school I used to have to shovel a ton of coal delivered to my neighbor's coal chute to his basement. He had stalls marked : November thru April. He ran his coal furnace off of it all.
When we moved to the Suburbs when I was 12 years old, I still came in every October to do that task for him. When I was 17 he got a new fangled gas furnace. But for all my years of service to him (I never asked for money, he was an old man when I was young...and just kept getting older!) he sold me his 1963 Chrysler Newport. He had bought it new and it was only six years old when he sold it to me for $500 bucks. It had 2,000 miles on it. It was huge!
So I took it over to my girl's house to show her parents. My girl and I got in the back seat to show them that we could lay side by side on it, and close the doors! I thought that was cool. Never realizing that to them...well, that back seat looked like a baby factory. They banned her from dating me in that car. So my Uncle was very happy to buy it from me for more than I paid for it. I was a good Catholic Boy and never even thought about how we could have fooled around in that back seat. A year later...and I found out when you are a teen, in love, and with hormones doing their thing...there's enough room to fool around in a Corvette with bucket seats and a stick shift. So I understood their worry. LOL
And my last car story. And you folks who really know cars...please don't laugh at my reasons for choosing this last car.
I was stationed in Germany. I saw a MG Midget in the Permanent Party parking lot. It was Forrest green, and had three windshield wipers. Three! Of course, it had a five speed on the floor, and bucket seats. And it was close to the ground. So I actually towered over it with my five foot six frame. But three windshield wipers just seemed so cool to me.
Well he go PCS'd and wanted to sell it quick. So I bought it from him for cheap. And I put a lot of kilometers on that thing. I also learned trying to keep duel carbs in synch...is a pain. It was like a fancy go cart. You were so close to the ground that 35 mph felt like 60. I have a lot of memories in that car...it was in one word- fun.
So memories are pounding up from the basement of my mind now...to many to write down. So I shall stop here.
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My Mother had a 1977 Caprice Landau 2 Door Red or Wine Metallic almost like yours. It did not have the F-41 Suspension option like yours did. It came with the 350 4-barrel. I put the air Clear cover upside down to give it a little more power and make it sound like a police car. Even with tall gears, it could spin the back tires. I used to power brake a burnout! They put a Turbo 200 Transmission instead of the Turbo 350. I drove the car hard and got the Transmission replaced under warranty. I was a bad 16 year old then! LTC Trent Klug PO3 Edward Riddle
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SGT Kevin Hughes
LTC Trent Klug - You made me laugh Colonel. I had a girlfriend who had a 1961 Volkswagen Beetle. She told me got pulled over for attempted speeding. LOL
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Lt Col John (Jack) Christensen
SGT Kevin Hughes I had a 67 Beetle that I used to commute to work in New Hampshire. You had to attempt to speed just to make it up some of the hills along my route!
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