I believe I was about 17 years old, fresh out of high school and looking at going out into the world on my own. My parents had been on the hunt for a car as a graduation present for a while and just couldn’t find the right one. My first car was a Volvo wagon but it had had some issues lately and my mom was strict on not getting me another station wagon because, as any mother would, she was worried about me making the right decisions after leaving home. ” I don’t want to give her another bed!” I thought I would die when she actually said that to the car salesman on one of the lots we went to.
We finally found what my mom thought was the perfect car; a 1988 Honda Accord. It was a deep burgundy red which was my favorite color at the time and as soon as I saw it I fell in love. There was just one problem, it was a stick shift and I didn’t have a clue how to drive it! I spent weeks in the parking lot of the up the street from us. First my mom tried to teach me but she didn’t have the patience to deal with me whining so my dad soon took over. We lived on a mountain so that made learning the clutch a pain in the neck but was also great practice. Before long I was a pro.
I have some great memories in that car, including the time that I stalled it in the drive thru at Mc.Donald’s and was afraid to go through a drive thru for several years after. It never cost me more then a twenty dollar bill to fill the tank and I could drive forever without filling up. I started making a weekly trip to visit family and would only use less then a quarter tank on the 100 mile trip!
When she finally died she had over 300,000 miles on her and with better maintenance probably would still be running today., although I’m sure it would take more than twenty bucks to fill the tank now a days!