This is the first in a new series of features about people’s fond — and sometimes horrible — memories of their first car.
My first car was a 1987, 2 door, 2.8 liter V6, Red, Chevy Blazer with 87,052 miles. It was a gift from my grandfather on my 16th birthday. I spent days cleaning that car, washing, waxing, detailing the inside. It looked great. It was the best gift ever.It sat in my driveway for a solid month before I drove it for the first time; new oil, full tank, new radio, tires up to pressure, everything was ready to go. My dad took me out and started to teach me how to drive in the state forest. We took it nice and slow for the first time out in the park, 15 mph, teaching how to brake properly, turn, back up, everything. About the 3rd time we went for a drive, I got to take it out on the road and actually get it up to speed, I loved it, but something didn’t feel right. The steering was really loose and non-responsive. So, we decide that maybe our mechanic should take a look at it.
Fast forward 2 days and one phone call… The steering linkage was totally rotted through, the frame was rotted, the Blazer was not safe to drive off of the mechanics lot. They towed it to my house. So it sat, all shiny, with a full tank of gas, new radio, looking great, with no steering linkage and a rotted frame in my driveway. I had just been driving this car through the state park with 20-foot fall off cliffs on the side of the road, lakes, rivers, huge boulders all around me, all with, apparently, almost no way to steer the vehicle.
We decided not to fix the steering, or the frame and to just sell it as parts. We were lucky enough to find someone interested in the body and interior with in a few days. I got a few hundred dollars for the parts.
All in all I was able to drive my first vehicle for a total of 8 miles. My 1987, 2 door, V6, Red, Chevy Blazer with 87,060 miles.