Glory days

15 March, 2015
Rat Fink

Why do I feel so nostalgic this morning? Possibly because I saw one of these while reading the news. I’ve always loved the look of a ’65 Mustang. And now that they’re bringing that classic look back, well, here I am, wanting one. Please send it to me. Rat Fink, Finkleman Street, Finkville. And please fill up the back seat with these. And these.

Seriously, fiends. I don’t ask you for much.

Dad’s toy

I remember, as a kid, seeing Mustangs and thinking they were the coolest, sleekest things — almost as fantastic as the powder blue ’63 Pontiac Tempest convertible Dad drove. I have a distinct memory of this car: Mavis and I lying down in the back seat (circa 1965, before the days of seat belt laws), watching the stars go by on a warm Sunday evening drive home from Grandma’s house. Good times.

I don’t know when the Tempest left us, or what happened to it. I’m sad I never asked while our folks were alive. There’s a blank space in my car memories until 1971, when Dad — obviously a Pontiac man — drove home in this beauty – a brand new Pontiac Catalina. And yes, I’m being sarcastic. :-)

Thank the gods, we never owned a station wagon. At least I don’t *think* we did. Everyone at the time was buying the soon-to-be-ubiquitous Town & Country-style “woodies.” Thank you, no. (However, I did run across a rather funky update on the theme. Fun.)

Our parents threw down a hundred bucks for this gem, which was nowhere close to the shape of the one in the picture, I might add. All I remember is rust, and doors that were almost impossible to open, as each one weighed 6,000 lbs. I was embarrassed to ride in it, and it was about as dependable as a screen door on a submarine. I remember getting sick at school one day (I came down with a bad stomach bug, and the nausea was so bad, I asked my teacher for the bathroom pass, but didn’t make it to the door before passing out; I woke up seconds later with a shoe missing and my arm in the garbage can…humiliating), and Mother couldn’t get the dang car started, so my principal had to drive me home. More humiliation.

I’ll bet you have some fun family car memories. Or maybe some of the not-so-fun, don’t make me stop this car variety. :-) We had those experiences, too.

Happy Sunday!

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PKPudlin
15 March, 2015 10:21 am

Car memories – Wow, Fink – you’ve hit the mother lode here LOL We inherited a Studebaker from my grandmother that was old in 1966, making it probably a late ’50s model. We found out the back doors didn’t always latch well when we went around a corner and my brother almost tumbled out on the way to school. One day I noticed something strange growing in the back seat, and asked my mom what it was – it was mold. Gross. When I was a teen, my mom insisted that I learn to drive a manual transmission. Her choice… Read more »

David
David
15 March, 2015 10:40 am

You have such great taste Ms Fink. Who would not want a 65 Stang with or without the Peeps? Cars are such nostalgia inducing things in our lives, causing us to remember the when and who of our lives. I learned how to drive in a 1959 Ford station wagon that felt like it was 32 feet long and ugly. It’s only redeeming factor was that it was big enough for six kids to go to the Outdoor Theater and not touch one another. My first purchase of my very own car was a 1951 Chevy Coupe…I loved that car!… Read more »

Ross Bonander
15 March, 2015 11:56 am

Ha– we had one of those station wagons- specifically a Gran Torino. Brown. Interior smelled like car sickness.

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Mavis
Mavis
15 March, 2015 1:24 pm

I absolutely LOVED that Tempest. I remember Mother driving us to a beach in Zion. We had the top down, and she got the worst sunburn of her life. You also forgot to mention that VW Bus Dad bought. Big Green, I think we called it. I hated that thing. I remember wanting to paint flowers and peace signs all over it. :D

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RD
RD
16 March, 2015 8:31 am

Every old guy in FL “needs” (wants) a convertible. There’s a black Toyota Solara convertible in a used car lot that I drive by frequently as I travel to and from my house. I haven’t stopped to look at it and ask price, but I am really tempted.

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Suzanne
Suzanne
16 March, 2015 2:50 pm

The first car I remember was one that I could look through the floor and see the road LOL No idea what it was, an old Buick or something and I was a kid. It was like a Flintstone car HA. Since there were 4 of us kids we always had station wagons and yes one in particular was a beautiful black Mercury with brown paneling on the side. Then a blue Pontiac. The station wagons served as trailer puller with a canoe on top, and percussion hauler. Then we got a Chevy Suburban and that was what I learned… Read more »