My first car cost me only "sweat equity".
1966 Opel Kadett Model 32 Coupe. Dad bought it not-running- I think for about $35- as part of a bunch of Opels we gathered up, to fix up. Dad was a Buick mechanic- so he knew all about them, and kind of fell in love with them. Of course, in the 1973-74 gas crisis, it was easy to fall in love with a car that could get 40MPG!
I was just getting into working on cars as a kid- and Dad told me "here, you take that one- do whatever you want with it, but don't touch any of the others". That was fine with me- I sat down with a factory service manual (Dad would bring them home when they were throwing them out at the dealership- I think we had every B-O-P and Opel manual that there was, between 1964 and 1980), and started to try to find out why it wouldn't run.
One day, I actually managed to get it started. Smoked so bad at first, that my Mom- who was over at her parent's house next door- thought that I had set the whole yard on fire. She found out what was happening- that MY car was running- and called my Dad- "Do you know what YOUR son has done? He's got that junk car you gave him, RUNNING!" Dad's response was something like "Huh- maybe I SHOULD let him work on some of the OTHER ones"...
The kicker? I was like 7 years old at the time. The only way I could work on the engine, was to climb into the engine compartment, sit on the radiator or the inner fenderwell, and take stuff apart and put it back together again.
That started about a 10 year run of fixing up cars with my Dad- which led eventually to a string of Opel GTs that I fixed up from junk- and one of which was my car in my first few years of college.
Here's a picture of one, very much like what I had when I was 7. Same body style, and even the same colors- it was red when I got it, and I later painted it (with spray cans) to have the matte-black areas on the hood like the one in the picture (Kadett Rallye graphics, in essence):
I did find a set of GT/Rallye wheels for mine, eventually.
Wound up keeping it for a while, then sold it to my cousin, to help finance buying parts for one of my first Opel GTs.
My cousin was totally a flake- one day, we saw what looked like my old car sitting on a side-lane in a field a few miles from home. We checked on it- yep, the same car. And it had been sitting there for several weeks! We found out that he had been out smoking dope with his friends- they ran out of gas, wandered off, and just forgot where they put it!
We towed it home, and told him he couldn't have it back. He was too sheepish and/or apathetic to argue with us.
Wound up using it for a while- then it got rusty enough that it wasn't viable anymore. It sat in the back of our property until about 15 years ago, when my Dad cleaned out the last of the old cars- off to the scrapyard it went. Kinda sad... but I still have the memories how that car more or less started me in my life-long tendency for fixing almost anything I can get my hands on...
Regards,
Gordon.
1966 Opel Kadett Model 32 Coupe. Dad bought it not-running- I think for about $35- as part of a bunch of Opels we gathered up, to fix up. Dad was a Buick mechanic- so he knew all about them, and kind of fell in love with them. Of course, in the 1973-74 gas crisis, it was easy to fall in love with a car that could get 40MPG!
I was just getting into working on cars as a kid- and Dad told me "here, you take that one- do whatever you want with it, but don't touch any of the others". That was fine with me- I sat down with a factory service manual (Dad would bring them home when they were throwing them out at the dealership- I think we had every B-O-P and Opel manual that there was, between 1964 and 1980), and started to try to find out why it wouldn't run.
One day, I actually managed to get it started. Smoked so bad at first, that my Mom- who was over at her parent's house next door- thought that I had set the whole yard on fire. She found out what was happening- that MY car was running- and called my Dad- "Do you know what YOUR son has done? He's got that junk car you gave him, RUNNING!" Dad's response was something like "Huh- maybe I SHOULD let him work on some of the OTHER ones"...
The kicker? I was like 7 years old at the time. The only way I could work on the engine, was to climb into the engine compartment, sit on the radiator or the inner fenderwell, and take stuff apart and put it back together again.
That started about a 10 year run of fixing up cars with my Dad- which led eventually to a string of Opel GTs that I fixed up from junk- and one of which was my car in my first few years of college.
Here's a picture of one, very much like what I had when I was 7. Same body style, and even the same colors- it was red when I got it, and I later painted it (with spray cans) to have the matte-black areas on the hood like the one in the picture (Kadett Rallye graphics, in essence):
I did find a set of GT/Rallye wheels for mine, eventually.
Wound up keeping it for a while, then sold it to my cousin, to help finance buying parts for one of my first Opel GTs.
My cousin was totally a flake- one day, we saw what looked like my old car sitting on a side-lane in a field a few miles from home. We checked on it- yep, the same car. And it had been sitting there for several weeks! We found out that he had been out smoking dope with his friends- they ran out of gas, wandered off, and just forgot where they put it!
We towed it home, and told him he couldn't have it back. He was too sheepish and/or apathetic to argue with us.
Wound up using it for a while- then it got rusty enough that it wasn't viable anymore. It sat in the back of our property until about 15 years ago, when my Dad cleaned out the last of the old cars- off to the scrapyard it went. Kinda sad... but I still have the memories how that car more or less started me in my life-long tendency for fixing almost anything I can get my hands on...
Regards,
Gordon.