This is a '74 Gold Duster. I had a baby blue Gold Duster. My brother received this as a used car from my parents as his college graduation present 4 years before I received it as my college graduation present. No one appreciated the fact that somehow I got less of a present than he did. Mom & Dad like him best. Anyway…my two favorite things about this car were that the springs in the driver’s seat were totally gone, so I sat low, very low and this car had the strangest air vents. The air vents were down by the front seat people’s feet and had these doors with handles. The doors were at least 6 inch squares and when open, a person could put their feet in the vent. The vents were like wind tunnels.
My current ride is gold, like the Duster, but very much more functional. It’s my second Outback, very good in bad conditions, incredibly useful, whether camping or hauling a few yards of mulch. Lots of run to drive, too.
my first car (except mine was blue) - it was my dad’s before I got it (1966 Chevy II Nova)
I drove it until it had 150,000 on it, sold it to a friend who drove it until it had 200,000 on it, he sold it to a friend who drove it to the junk yard with over 300,000 on it.
That car would go through anything. It had a straight block 6 in it, and you could climb in the engine compartment to work on it. No air, no air pollution stuff, just an engine.
Tom’s pride back in his wild days:
Started out as orange, but after a massive wreck was rebuilt and painted black. He had it bored out so much he had to go to the airport for gas for it.
I learned to drive on a '67 Kaiser Jeep Wagoneer, which my family kept running into the mid 80s. A tank of a beast.
At one point my sister got rear-ended by some kid in a brand new (80s) Bronco. It stove in his front entire end, but moved the jeep’s rear fender by less than an inch.
Drove one of these for a short while. Black, push button transmission, Seneca model, floated over everything, 80mph felt like 40mph. Caught on fire almost took one of my bicycles with it.
This was my car in high school. I think I bought it in 1975 - an incredible machine with 43k miles for $795. I later found this ad at a flea market that shows it in the same color and vinyl top as mine. The lady with the mink coat didn’t come with my car, though!
My wife started driving when she was four. Her ride was a small car like the one pictured that my father-in-law had found somewhere in Bremen, Germany after the war. She had to give it up at five and some months when they came to the States. She then waited another thirteen years before her dad would let her drive again. Now all she thinks about are small convertibles which fit me like an undersized glove.
Woooooooo. Pig. Sooie!