My first car (1991 Renault 4 GTL, 2011 4L Trophy survivor) was actually sold by my father after I left to live for a while in India (and there was a misunderstanding about my sister wanting -or not- to drive it to school).

After I came back to my home town for a few months, I happened to come across it by pure chance.…

Not technically my car, but still my story.

My parents were young and barely independent when I came along. Three months before I came along, a drunk missed a red light and t-boned their car to total it. On no budget and with no credit, they bought a decaying used car. Fast forward two years and their situation is…

Not my car but my dad’s - in Miami in the early 1990s my sister was ringing someone up at the store she was working at. A guy noticed her last name on her name tag and asked if she knew my father. Turns out he owned the red VW beetle my dad had driven down from Delaware in the late 60's to take a teaching job in an…

My old car when I was still a living with my folks was a former rental Chevy Cobalt. It was a hateful, tiny, uncomfortable car, that, despite being absolutely joyless to drive, never broke down on me and always got me where I needed to go. It was cheap, reliable transport, so I really shouldn’t complain. Anywho, after…

In 1990, when I was a sophomore in college, my great aunt gave me her beautiful red Toyota Corona Mark II station wagon that was sitting in her garage since 1976 and was only driven a few hundred miles annually by her brother.

A hometown friend flew to visit me in college, because she was interested in a nearby med school. I took her out in my ‘96 Miata m-edition—75k miles, a bit scrappy—and she fell in love with it.

How about this?

Thankfully I don’t have a picture— but one year when I made the trip up to upstate NY from Washington DC area I rented a compact— a Hyundai Accent. This was in about 2005/6, so it would have been the terrible second generation. I’m not sure what tires it had on it— likely all-seasons.

The drive up to NY through the…

Bad pic, but I drove an ‘82 Alfa GTV-6 through several New England winters. Thanks to the old school rain gutters, I was even able to mount a Barrecrafters ski rack over the rear hatch (thus making it useless) and took it skiing many times.

I had a ‘79 320 4speed, I drove it once in a snow storm in upstate NY, I was still in high school and young me did not know about good tires and was still running the summer tires on mags with questionable tread that came with the car. At one point I literally ended up backing up a medium grade hill because I could…

I got caught on Conti Extreme Contact DW summer tires in fresh snowfall in my C5 Avant.

When I was 16, my parents very graciously gave me their 12 year old Volvo 245. It was light blue with a dark blue interior with vinyl seats and a banging stereo (my dad is an audiophile). It had the Virgo wheels with really nice Michelin tires. This was the car I grew up in, so I was naturally in love with it.

This article is so amazing and touching. My dad was a car guy in a sense. He loved reading about them and dreaming and had some amazing cars before he got married and then had kids. He had a 70 XK-E, a 65 Ferrari, and a 69 GT6 at varying points. When I was born he was driving a 78 Subaru GL Wagon. We bonded over…

Dude, you’re stories are what keep me coming back over and over. Can’t wait for the next one. I am still wondering what ever happened to Radar’s Charger.

Thank you so much. I am sorry to hear about the loss of your father. I’m also sorry to hear about and can very much relate to not having the time/money to work on a project car!

My father died eleven days ago. He fell a few months ago and broke his pelvis, and he spent six weeks in a nursing home, and he managed to get himself released and back home and then he just... died.

The 2000GT will always be the most beautiful car ever created in my eyes.

It’s the holiday season. I’m feeling like I should help someone out. I saw a couple of passably interesting cars. So I called Ron yesterday - I was interested in one of his 924s, and maybe a 450SL. But holy shit is this guy unreasonable. He’s asking $2500 for a Porsche that never ran - he never got a key with it - but…

I feel sorry for the cars, not the hoarder who let them rot into the ground. Screw you, Ron.