They start us young.  Maybe when we're only 1.  That's right.  Cars, trucks, fire engines, police cruisers, motorcycles.  Toy ones, that is.  So for all those early years, we dream about what it would be like to get behind the wheel of a real one.  Finally, 16 years later...the first one is usually a $1000 clunker, or cheaper, unless you grew up on the hill and get a new Beemer for your 16th birthday.  In my day, a Volkswagon Bug was appropriate or maybe an MGB if you knew how to fix 'em.

I can't really count how many cars I've owned throughout the years, but here are some of my favorites...


1927 Pierce Arrow 7 Passenger Sedan -  Note the way the headlights are molded right into the front fenders.  That's how you know you're looking at a Pierce Arrow.  We'd fold down the jump seats behind the front seats and pile in for a dinner cruise down to the Old Spagetti Factory.  This was my favorite car.  Sometimes I wish I hadn't sold it.

1933 Chrysler Imperial 8 - This was one of the better "drivers".  It featured free wheeling for that extra smooth ride and good fuel economy.  It had an external trunk mounted above the rear bumper.  You've gotta watch those suicide doors in the rear.  Do not open while in flight!

1982 Datsun 280ZX - My other favorite car.  I owned this one from 1982 until 1998, for 16 years.  It had over 200,000 miles on it when sold and still ran great.  I'm not sure they'll ever make a better replacement.

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1930 Ford Model A - This one featured a rumble seat
and was a good-looker.  Nice car for dating too!

1939 Chrysler - I only had this one for a few months.  I didn't pay much for it so could resist.  I'm sure the new owner has restored her into a beauty.

1986 Chevy S-10 Blazer - This one tows my boat, hauls firewood, makes Home Depot runs, and brings my bike to flatter terrain.  She's a good workhorse but could use a Chevy 350 engine someday (soon).

1968 Volkswagon Bug - This was my first car.  I learned alot about fixing cars from this one!  Thanks to my friend and mentor Bob Stettler (pictured above), even a new clutch was not out of the question.  This car was destroyed in 1979 by a neighborhood drunk driver...and just when I was getting ready to install its new engine. Bye Bye Bug!