My first car was this little red 4-door Holden (GM) Torana, it was 1973 & I was 17. Its very small 1750cc. engine was totally gutless. My Dad came with me the day I bought it to ensure I wasn't ripped off. We went to my future Brother-In-Law's older brother's Used Car lot. Dad thought that because we were almost related we should give him my business, but as we soon found out, being a relative doesn't suddenly turn a rogue into a choirboy, we got well & truly done over! By the time I'd driven it home the one mile from the lot, we'd determined that it ran better on only 3 cylinders rather than the 4 it left the factory with & Dad made the necessary 'adjustments' in our driveway.
That little car was OK, but what I really, really, really wanted was this.
A Jensen Interceptor, that most awesome of all '70's icons. It just oozed style, with its 7.2 litre, 440 cubic inch, V8 engine, not to mention the deep Wilton carpets & six-hide cream leather seats - oh la la!
However, if I would have been lucky enough to score a Jensen over the dodgy Torana, I would have needed these to drive in..........
........this to throw into the cassette player
......Patti B's. big fringe & ringlet curls
...... a gorgeous Prue Acton coat to toss ever so nonchalantly over the back seat
...... a pair of tight, tight white boots to slip into if the platforms became too awkward
.......& a pair of flared, hipster jeans to finish off the look perfectly.
Any great memories of your first car or, what you really, really coveted?