My first car was a 1969 Falcon station wagon, a hand-me-down from my parents. They bought it in early 1969, and gave it to me in mid 1988. The picture below was taken just before we hauled it to the junkyard in 1997.
“You wouldn't cry that much over me!”, my wife angrily said. I guess there are some things that women just do not get.
I do not like to admit that the car I had after this one ever actually existed, because it was an utter piece of crap, a 1986 Escort, and I do not want to admit that Ford was ever capable of making such an utter piece of crap.
Next, after that, a 1994 Tempo, which lasted about a week before some old lady tried to park her Saturn in its trunk, as I was stopped for a red light. I could have told her that it wouldn't fit, but I guess she had to try it and see for herself.
After that, a second 1994 Tempo, which lasted for quiet a few years, until its engine destroyed itself rather abruptly. A replacement engine lasted just long enough for the warranty to expire.
Next, a 1996 Mercury Mystique. One of the most reliable cars that I ever had. Alas, it seemed to attract drivers who weren't paying attention, and it suffered several instances of being rear-ended during the time I had it. It withstood most of those with no visible damage, though the other cars that hit it never came out nearly as well.
Finally, it was the one rear-ender too many that damaged it to the point that the insurance companies declared it totaled. AAA was the insurer for the very cute young woman who rear-ended it for the last time; and they screwed me over in a major way. They would only give me about $1,200 for it, claiming that a similar car had recently sold for that amount somewhere in the vicinity. The closest replacement that I was able to find was a 1997 Contour, for about twice that much.
The Contour is essentially the same car as the Mystique. This one was a year newer than my Mystique, had a lot fewer miles on it, and had the bigger 2.5-liter V6 instead of the 2.0-liter I4 that my Mystique had. As good as a car as the Mystique was, how could I go wrong with this one? I guess, when you buy a car this old, it's a crapshoot how well its previous owners took care of it. This was the least reliable car that I have ever had; always breaking down, and always being very difficult to repair. It was a very nice car when it ran, the highest-performance car that I've ever had. I often have described it as being at once the best car and the worst car that I ever had.
In 2016, I deemed it to be too unreliable for the needs of a job I had to get to, so I rented a crappy Japanese subcompact for several months, while I left this car idle and parked, trying to figure out what to do with it. It turns out that the company from which I had bought the Contour had gone out of business, and never released the lien on it, making it nearly impossible for my wife and I to clear ourselves of its title to sell it or dispose of it. Eventually, someone assumed it had been abandoned, and had it towed away. I'm not even sure I noticed it was gone until we started receiving notices from the towing company demanding that we pay them for the cost of towing and storing it. Fuck that. They stole the car, they got the curse that goes with it. When the Contour went away, that marked the first time in nearly thirty years that I did not have an automobile made by Ford. I hope to correct this deficiency later this year.
Finally, on the very last day of 2016, on a whim, remembering an ad for a local used car dealership that had been advertising a program to help people in financial distress get into cars, we went there to see what might com of it. We drove off in a slightly-used 2016 Dodge (actually, some sort of weird Alfa Romeo/FIAT/Mercedes Benz/Hyundai/Chrysler mongrel) Dart. We probably didn't get a very good deal, but the payments were less than on the crappy Japanese subcompact we were renting, for a much better car, so it was an improvement. And so far, it's been a very good car, for what it is. It's taken a lot of abuse, that I wouldn't have expected it to withstand. My biggest complaint with it, as a construction worker who often has to drive in and out of rough construction sites, this is the car, out of all that I have ever had, that is the worst at handling rough terrain. Even some of the mainstream roads here in Sacramento are rougher than it really seems suited to. (I live in the Capitol of one of the most corrupt states in the nation, where they keep jacking up our fuel taxes, ostensibly to pay to maintain the roads, misappropriating the revenues thus generated for other things, and then jacking up those taxes again because the roads are still not getting fixed.)
That's the car we have, as of today.
Having received a big inheritance late last year, I've put an order in for a
2022 Ford Bronco. At the time I placed the order, my dealer estimated that it'd probably arrive some time around June of this year. The image that follows is a computer-generated rendering of my Bronco, which probably will not even exist for several months yet.
Maybe a bit of overkill just for getting in and out of construction sites. Not so much overkill for diving on Sacramento roads.
When my wife and I met, she had an AMC Hornet. Not long after she moved to California to be with me, we found there were going to be some nasty bureaucratic snags trying to get her Oregon car registered in California, so we sold it and bought a somewhat beat-up Mazda GLC for her. The GLC was the car that we took on our long honeymoon road trip just after we married. At some point, the GLC was rear-ended by a tow truck, and totaled. By way of making good, the tow truck owner gave us a car off of his lot, a 1983 Pontiac Firebird. Eventually, that developed a rod-knock, and we sold it to a junkyard. We never replaced it, and have been a one-car household ever since. I still had my Falcon, at that point.
When my Bronco arrives, we intend to keep the weird Alfa Romeo/FIAT/Mercedes Benz/Hyundai/Chrysler mongrel, and designate it as being mainly my wife's car.