It cost £50 and was brought from my Dad's boss's wifes father. I named him William, he was French and also a homosexual. I talked to him with a french lilt, and he responded with a loving purr. Apart from when his clutch pedal fell off and rolled under my seat, and William and I rolled backwards and waited for BOB to come tow us home.
His uniqueness and temprimental-ness was intriguing. He was bronze. I stuck big flower stickers on him (I was art art college - although thats no excuse) I painted the dash rainbow stripes and my sister got me cow fur seat covers for my 17th Birthday. Bob wouldnt let me put the furry steering wheel cover on till I passed my test - I had to FEEL the car.
William and I didnt really venture further than a 25 mile radius. together we managed to run into one pedestrian, slide sideways down a hill towards a lake, lose whole cassettes through the hole under my seat and just have adventures every time we left home. (the pedestrian - she fell on my bonnet, i was crawling non stop from a side road to a main road - there was nothing coming so I kept crawling. Williams out of reach windscreen had got rather dirty and I didn't see a pedestrian halfway across the road. I stopped. She ran off - cant have been than injured i thought.)
Anyway, theres a reason for my first car tales. Williams uniqueness was a challenge for a first car. His indicators were to the left like most cars, but were on like a coke can shape thing, along with all my impliments like lights, horn and wipers. This was the 'hub' so to speak. He had 4 gears which was a miricle if i found them as it was similar to stirring thick soup - the knob would find its home eventually. William was only supposed to go 86mph maximum - it said so in his manual. I got to 86 once and he shook for a week. Have i mentioned he was gold? When the clutch pedal fell off the bolt had snapped off leaving the remainer STUCK in position. Bob tapped into its centre and slowly managed to get it out in one piece - a mean feat, and something Brian from the garage said he would actively shy away from.
William didnt like puddles and would konk out in the slightest puddle. He went through a tricky faze of having to be jump started - handy when you live in a student house in Leeds- on the most crime stricken street in Europe at the time. No f*ckers gonna steal my car.
Bob once said - if you can drive that car - you can drive anything. And thats kinda how I feel about my job at the moment. Nuff said?
aw hunny that was hilarious! But I hope you're ok? Is target treating you well?
Posted by: Suzie | July 23, 2010 at 11:21 AM
No doubt about it. It performs and looks pretty good for a £50 used car, and it served you well for a very long time! Also, Bob is right, after experiencing all that, I'm sure that you can drive anything!
Posted by: Stelle Courney | April 28, 2011 at 05:02 PM
At first glance, I thought this car was from a 70's old-school movie. Despite all the issues William the car had, he was with you through thick and thin. I wonder how buying used cars were done before.
Posted by: Esmeralda Migliore | April 29, 2011 at 07:17 PM
Heeh, $50? That is one cheap ride! Haha! Sadly, nothing priced that cheap is left for us now. T_T I hope you had a great ride with that car.
Posted by: Patrick Gauer | November 05, 2011 at 09:40 AM
Kiddos these days may not appreciate the beauty of this car, but for me, this car totally rocks! And for £50, this purchase is practically a steal! Are you still driving this?
Posted by: Tyra Shortino | December 27, 2011 at 01:40 AM
$50 for a car? Woah! I agree with Tyra. I bet most of the kids nowadays don't know how to appreciate the beauty of this car. Do you still have it? ;) Thanks for sharing! I'll show this to my dad. I'm sure he'd love it.
Posted by: Alecia Longsworth | December 27, 2011 at 05:46 AM