My first car was a 1975 Chevy Nova. My grandfather bought it for my mom at an estate sale. When I turned sixteen, my mom gave me a choice. She said I could have the Nova, or sell it and put the money toward another car. The decision was easy. Boys like old muscle cars.
My stepfather, with the help of others, restored the car inside and out. It needed new carpet because of a vent leak, new upholstery because of sun damage, new paint because of rust damage, new tires, new rims, new Chevy logos, and a few other minor items. My boyfriend at the time bought me a car stereo for my birthday. I can remember the car always being clean. I washed it a lot in our driveway. I had a personalized plate on the front that said Misty. (What was I thinking?) The car was seriously huge. It had a V8 engine so it would go fast, but only after warming up for at least twenty minutes. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Old cars are temperamental. If you took off without warming the car up, she'd most likely die in the middle of an intersection. This happened to me countless times. Looking back, all I can do is laugh. It was especially bad in the winter. When the car was warmed up, she was as fast as lightning. I may have gotten her up to 95 once. Shhh!
The boys envied me. The girls envied me because the boys envied me. Grown men asked to buy her many times. A guy even offered me cash money in a gas station parking lot.
The first time I was in a car accident was my senior year of high school. A young kid in his daddy's Jag was going too fast and crossed the yellow line at an intersection. His front bumper tapped my front bumper. My car, being a huge hunk of steel, sent his car into a tailspin. He ended up hitting several cars, a pole and completely flipped over in the air landing right side up. I watched it all in my rearview mirror. I thought he was dead. He actually made it out without a scratch. He did not make it out without a giant lawsuit though. Thankfully, my car was fine with only a smudge of paint on the bumper.
The Nova wasn't so lucky the second time. It was still senior year. I was on my way to school. It had just started to rain. I made a left turn, hydroplaned into oncoming traffic and made a sharp right turn into a telephone pole.
I'll never forget the sound. I ended up with minor scrapes and bruises. My seatbelt broke. My head smashed into the windshield. My chest folded onto the steering wheel. All the kids who drove the same way to school stopped to see if I was ok. The car didn't look too bad. The front driver's side was wrapped around the pole. As I walked around the car, I noticed a piece of metal sticking out behind the back passenger side window. I didn't quite understand how this happened until later. The frame had completely ripped in half. The car was totaled. I felt awful for months.
The Nova may be gone, but I still have the memories.
I also have the logos that came in one week after I wrecked the car. I've never been able to part with them.
Was your first car as cool as mine?