I guess I'll start this group with my first car. In 1962 my parents decided to send me to a high school in a suburb of our town. The reasons are not important, but it made it hard on my mom because my little sister still was attending the local school. She couldn't take both of us to school so that let me buy my first car. I was 16 and going into my junior year. I had 2 savings accounts that my parents opened for me. One for college and one for a car. The money came fromme working at my dad's grocery store. The majority of my salary went to these accounts and I was allowed to keep the rest. Soon after I started looking for a car, one of my friends told me his dad had a car he needed to sell since the family was being tranferred in the Air Force and he didn't want to take the car. I went over to his house and there it was,,,a bright yellow 1950 jeepster convertable! There's a picture of a car that looked exactly like it in the photo. I fell in love with at first sight. he wanted $400 for it. Well, I had only $393 in my car account so I borrowed $7 from him. He said he figured I was good for it. Plus, he knew where I worked. It's not fancy. Kinda odd looking in fact. The front seat was adjusted by taking 4 bolts out of the floor and moving them and the seat to another position.(There were only 3.) It had a standard column shift. The engine was a 4 cylinder with only 63 horsepower. Needless to say, it wasn't built for speed. But it was built for fun. And that's what I had. I immediately put an "ah-ooo-gah" horn under the hood with a button on the steering column to blow it. It scared a lot of people when it blew. There were 2 chrome steps on the back fenders so anyone who wanted to get in the back seat could just climb in without opening the doors if the top was down. The little car was a hit with my buddies. It was great for Chinese fire drills because you could get back in the car from the sides or over the spare tire that was bolted to the outside of the car at the back. It wasn't built for speed, but was maneuverable and steady. We proved that one Sunday afternoon. We had a game we played in the city park that was a little dangerous and totally against the law,,,Car tag. Car tag is played with 2 cars. One chases the other until it gets within 2 feet of the other car's bumper. Uh-huh. Most of the park's roads are only 2 lane and the main road winds through the park from the river, up to a high cliff. There are no shoulders and the speed limit is 30 mph. We seldom were that slow. Add 10-20mph to that. The other car was usually a 1959 Ford Galaxy. A big car that could easily catch me on a straight road, but there were few straight roads. One Sunday, while we were playing, I was going back down from the cliff and the Galaxy was within 20 feet when one of the guys saw a road going to the left about 50 feet away. He yelled turn left and as we were making the turn, the right rear tire blew. I just knew we were dead, but the little car hardly swerved and we came to a safe stop while the Galaxy had to go all the way down to the river. With 4 guys changing the tire, by the time the Galaxy got back up, we were ready to go down. But the car worked for the fun. I was in Vo-Ag and hauled cattle feed in the back. The girls liked it for fun dates, Putt-Putt, drive-in movies, walk-in movies, but serious dates, dances, meant the little car stayed home and the family car went out. I kept the car for the 2 years I was in high school, then my dad wanted to get me another car since I was going to college in a big city 90 miles away. He just didn't trust the little car on the highway for that distance. He bought me a pea green 1960 Ford! Not a fun car. I'll always remember that little jeepster and all the fun we had in it. Wish I still had it.