Another idea I thought of that could be fun. Share the experience of your first car. Whether you were one of the lucky ones that got something pretty dang new, or like me, you parked across the street from your school because you didn't want anyone to associate you with the POS that you were driving....
I'll start:
In my pre-16 years, I had a mild infatuation with the Jetta GLI. I was bent that when I turned 16, in 2005, that I wanted a red Jetta. I told my parents practically everyday how that is exactly what I wanted. Well, unknown to me, my parents planned on buying me my first car. When I heard this I was beyond excited, thinking I was getting something pristine off the showroom floor.
Well, two days before my license, I come home to a red 1991 Jetta in my driveway. Not knowing who it was, I asked my parents and they said it's yours. After the initial thought of wanting to cry, i thanked them. I decided to name her Blanche, because she looked like an old lady. However, Blance had decided that she was going to stay. I tried everything in my power to blow that poor car up, but she kept going. I had been saving money hoping to buy something better, but didn't want to upset my parents by just selling the car. Blanche had completly blown struts in the rear, every time you hit a bump, it felt like you were in an air bounce for a mile. Blanche also had a horrible transmission with synchros that could have used replacing probably 50k miles prior to me getting her, she grinded EVERYTIME i put her in second gear. Her driver's side door handle woudl occasionally just fall off when you went up to get inside her, she was a real winner. There was also a funky connection somewhere (in a VW, imagine that). The first time the car wouldn't start, I had it loaded down with 5 people about to go out "riding". Well, upon thinking I had a dead battery, we attempted to jump it with no success. I called my mom and she said, I can get it running, don't tow it. 30 minutes later, my mom shows up, gets our of her Civic with a hammer in her hand. I was still trying to figure out what she was about to do. She asked me to pop the hood, she pulled the hood up and gave the intake manifold two swift knocks with the hammer and she started right up. I still do this day do not know why the car did that, but it worked, so I always had a hammer under my seat.
I figured other people may have some pretty decent stories when it comes to this.....
