I'm heading off in a few minutes to buy my first car. :beam::beam::beam::beam:
http://www.carsales.com.au/all-cars/...rhome&__Nne=15
Thats it. Got it for $7000.
:smash::smash:
Its mine. Mwhahahah etc. Paying cash for it, my own cash.
:smoking:
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I'm heading off in a few minutes to buy my first car. :beam::beam::beam::beam:
http://www.carsales.com.au/all-cars/...rhome&__Nne=15
Thats it. Got it for $7000.
:smash::smash:
Its mine. Mwhahahah etc. Paying cash for it, my own cash.
:smoking:
not bad for 7k
No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong. Your first car is supposed to be rough as guts and have plenty of character. That thing is too shiny and new. :no: I'm dissapointed pever.
:grin2: Its in the garage below work now. :grin2:
We had cake to celebrate....mmmm...cake.
I had one already when I was 17.
They grow up so fast :cry:
Congrats! Now go out there and pick up some females. :wink:
Something is wrong with that car... Steering wheel is in the wrong place.. :clown:
Imagine how I feel when I drive the company car and the indicator is on the left. HERESY!
@Caius: I'm not into cars, so getting one was no hurry for me. Especially since we have 2 + company car, one of them was gifted to me (the bad one) and was mine, but I paid for this with me own monies.
@Andres: I still have that PM from you from aages back now. T'was an inspiration to me, made me a better person.
@Wakizashi: Not a chance. :laugh4: Wrong type of car for my generation.
Congrats pever. It's always better when you pay for it yourself.
Congratulations!
And remember:
:director: "No drinking & driving!"
Now slow down.. roll the windows down and turn the music up. Its a common myth that people don't enjoy listening to other peoples music played loudly...
Apparently its a good way to attract the opposite sex as well...
Or maybe thats just Welsh people...
Pfft. pevergreen where's the defence of yo' colors?
When I passed my test I got to share my mum's crappy little red Honda... :embarassed:
O tempora o mores!
No, really! A persons first car has got to be of at least the same vintage as the driver, if not older. Otherwise you neither learn to drive properly nor to fix small things on your own.
Congrats Pever! As the Lumberjack said, no drinking, no texting, and wear that seatbelt all the time.
A young man's/woman's first car is very special indeed. It's freedom without having to ask permission to borrow Mom & Dad's ride with all the limitations & curfews that entails. Enjoy it!
We'll break the responsibilties part to you later after the initial euphoria wears off. Let's see there's insurance, maintenance costs, fuel, cleaning, etc...
The fact that he's payed for it himself with money he worked & had the discipline to save toward the purchase, instead of it being a gift, pretty much assures that he'll take care of his baby or pay the consequences.Quote:
O tempora o mores!
No, really! A persons first car has got to be of at least the same vintage as the driver, if not older. Otherwise you neither learn to drive properly nor to fix small things on your own.
This reminds me of the car one of my friends bought during high school. The thing cost him 50 bucks(no joke). Lasted about 9 months, and was running on about 2 cylinders and 24 horsepower by the end. :laugh4:
That's what I mean! Back in my days we were lucky to have 2 cylinders and 24 Hp. My first car was this:
http://greatrednorth.files.wordpress...05/trabant.jpg
only in light blue.
It's not just the financial responsibility. It's the experience you get from taking care of an old car that you just don't get from a new car. My first car was a '86 corona station wagon, 2 years my senior. Unfortunately it only lasted about 2 years because they are the perfect burnout car, upside of that being that I got plenty of experience in fixing it. My cousin had an old concrete landing stip on his property and we used to test our car's capabilities on it. I surprised everyone, including myself, by getting my beast up to 200km/h, smoked it in first and second, and even chirped in third. It even got up to 100km/h just in second.
Plus a new car doesn't have any character. How can you fall in love with such a shiny new contraption like his car? I miss my beast :cry:
Yep! I rolled my Jeep CJ-7 years ago and I only had a lap belt on but it saved my bacon big time. All the tools in the car were flying around like in the tornado scene in the Wizard of Oz but my keester stayed right in the seat.
Like Hosa-san says; Seatbelt - 100% of the time. :yes:
Because if he takes care of it, it will last more than two years for one, and a first car is as special as a first love. Except for basic maintenance, contemporary cars are difficult to fix yourself because every system is electronic sensor controlled now. Without the technical training and diagnostic equipment it's near impossible to do much yourself.Quote:
How can you fall in love with such a shiny new contraption like his car?
My first car was a '66 Mustang ragtop. Working on that was simple compared to a new one today, but carburetors, points, and distributors etc... needed constant adjustment to keep 'em running in peak condition, unlike the systems today.
Advancements in vehicles has produced cars that are much more dependable, but it comes with a price.
If I hadn't been an idiot I would have still been driving that thing in 10 years time. Unfortunately I was and I ruined the best car I will probably ever own. Plus it was pretty good on fuel, especially for a station wagon about 12km/L or about 28mpg in the US.
It's sad how cold and impersonal modern cars are, I couldn't imagine having such a car. :no:
It's not cold when you have my favourite car.
(I wish...)
First car I drove after driving school -my mother's Fiat Panda - what a scary car, especially when it was windy.
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Heh, memories. I drove Dad's Ford Galaxy 500, until I saved up and bought this:
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for $100 (it was $1500 new, 7 years earlier) from Jimmy O'Toole, a retired trolley driver, now the town drunk. I used to pray for a tailwind so the little 850cc engine would go fast enough for the freeway. Neither Mr. O'Toole, nor the Detroit weather had been kind to the poor thing. The Sting-Ray-looking nose had been punched in by Jimmy repeatedly starting it while in gear, no clutch. You could watch the passing asphalt through the holes in the floorboard. The rear-mounted engine was set so far behind the rear wheels, that speeds over 50 mph would make the front tires loose contact with the ground. The windshield wipers would do their duty for about 4 wipes, then flip down and begin wiping the hood, causing much hilarity. The heater was a cruel French joke, the back "seats" a Gallic insult.
But: it drove. The AM-only radio worked. And the Title and Registration had MY name on them, unlike my buddies' who had their fathers' names on their cars.
And I loved it. And drove it everywhere, on many adventures.
Its an experience. It really is. I thought it wouldnt be much of a feeling, but its really something to sit in a car and think "This is mine, I own this."
Especially when none of my friends can do that. :grin2:
Hey pever,
Your car is taken from the website... Any other pictures?