Happy Birthday, Lyra!

Theodosia, I'm sorry your car. May the thieves break out in boils.

My first car was a 1968 Ford Galaxie 500. It was black with a red interior. I called it the Hearse.

There's a black-and-white Nash Metropolitan for sale on a front yard on my street. Every time I pass it, I think, "Oh, cute."

There's a black-and-white Nash Metropolitan for sale on a front yard on my street. Every time I pass it, I think, "Oh, cute."

There's a red convertible MG for sale in our nabe. Z has taken to dragging me past it, as I will invariably stop to drool.

Robin - thanks for posting that.

I love me a Nash Metropolitan.

The cutest is the Willys. [link]

They are Teeny and Adorable.

I heard a rumor that it's Lyra Jane's birthday. Congrats on another successful trip around the sun, LJ!

Heh, this reminds me of the joke that Fiat stands for "fix it again, Tony".

Ford = Found On Road Dead.

OR

Ford = Fix Or Repair Daily.

In the case of my much-reviled Tempo, both were true.

My first car was a 1968 Ford Galaxie 500. It was black with a red interior. I called it the Hearse.

My parents had a [196somehing) red Galaxie Convertible. That car was the best. Then they decided to get a station wagon. Asshats. They only had the one kid.

My parents had a [196somehing) red Galaxie Convertible. That car was the best. Then they decided to get a station wagon. Asshats. They only had the one kid.

This is the same sad story of my parents' Triumph TR4. Dammit, I was a wee baby! They could've squeezed me in on the floorboards!

My arrival was the reason my parents got rid of their cars. The Chevy? No seat belts (and it was 20 years old.) The Karmann Ghia? No back seat.

This is the same sad story of my parents' Triumph TR4. Dammit, I was a wee baby! They could've squeezed me in on the floorboards!

My sister in pain. I can't even figure out why they went to the station wagon, amy. I was past baby stage because I remember riding in it, so it's not like they needed to make room for a lot of gear for me, or something. And there was a big back seat and trunk, because this was prior to the energy crisis.

Oh, I loved that car. And when we took rides with the top down, my mother and I used to wear kerchiefs on our heads, to keep our hair out of our faces.

And the station wagon? Green. It couldn't have been worse. Okay. It could have. It didn't have the fake wood on the side at least, but still. From a red convertible to a green station wagon? Even as a wee child, I knew how wrong that was.