My first car was a 197? Honda Civic. It was canary yellow and did not even make it home from the used car dealer were I bought it!
This is how this great tale went:
I had been living in Mexico and had managed to save a few hundred dollars to buy a car as soon as I returned to the U.S, I picked my first car up at a cheezy used car lot and, while still on the freeway, on the way home, it began smoking like when a new Pope is elected.
Later that day, I went back to the office of the rip off dealer with my friend – and after being told that there would be no refund, my friend lost his marbles and proceeded to fist fight and knock things down. (Needless to say, his “negotiation technique” did not work and ensured that further arrangements couldn’t take place.)
A few months later I was the proud owner of a 197? Gremlin with bench seats, 3-gear box and a carb that had to be manually choked with a pencil every cold morning.
Ahhh…to be that young again.
Claudio Miranda, San Francisco, CA
Originally posted 2006