And she was a beautiful girl. 4 doors and a small 307 V8. 3 on the tree and a hi/lo switch on the floor. I got her to commit to be mine for only $500. She really liked to eat her way thru starter motors, but I could forgive that. I re-upholstered the bench seats and gave her some neat black new rubber shoes. And she ran! I’m not going to call her heavy, but tipping the scales at a ton and a half, she was no speedster off the line. But once you got her purring at about 63 MPH, she would cruise forever.
You could put a lot of junk in her trunk and fill her up in the backseat with barely a whimper. She was with me through high school. A trip with Lex to Montana and back. Through numerous trips to Grand Junction to visit Mom. She accompanied me on dates with my soon to be bride. She even went with me when I eventually moved to Grand Junction for good. But alas, it was too hot in the summers in Grand Junction. And my new job demanded a truck. So I dumped her. And regret it to this day.
It is true that you never forget your first. The freedom that comes at 17 with your first car. No more relying on parents for rides. Taking friends to Neversink for Woodsies and Mickies Big Mouths. (Shhhh, thats a secret!) Listening to Meatloafs ‘Love by the Dashboard Lights’ on a tinny AM radio. Gotta love the 70’s. But it is the nostalgia, and the vivid memories of everything that is attached to that car that remains. I’ve had numerous vehicles and motorcycles since. But none tug at my heart like my 1972 Chevy Nova sedan. Green with the white top. And a backseat measured in acres!