Your first car is like your first love – you always remember it fondly no matter how much pain it caused you.

If I had been older and wiser I would have known that any car that could be bought for that kind of money wasn’t really worth having.  But I was 19 and, armed with my recently acquired student loan, was eyeing up my choices in the second-hand car lot.

On the left was a huge black monster, tastefully furnished with black faux fur layered over every interior surface.  On the right was a lime-green sporty little number with attractive black vinyl roof.  It was a tough choice.  In the end my mind was made up by a distinct reluctance to let any part of my body touch the faux fur, so I plumped for the green machine.

Imagine the car below in startling Kermit green, with rear doors and a lot more rust, and you’ll get the idea.

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It was an FSO Polonez which, I think, had been manufactured somewhere in Eastern Europe.  I never did find out what FSO stood for, but I certainly invented a few choice possibilities of my own over the months that I coaxed, begged and cajoled that car into wheezy action.  Within a couple of weeks, the exhaust blew, and from then on the car heralded my arrival at any venue well in advance.  I tried to fix it with bubble gum and all sorts of other homemade remedies, but none of them worked.  Sadly, after blowing all my money on the purchase and the insurance (which cost more than the car itself), I didn’t have anything left for repairs.

On one memorable occasion I set off for class, running the car down the hill in neutral as usual to jump start it – the battery had ceased to function properly fairly early on.  I coasted down, building up speed, jammed it into second and . . . nothing.  By the time I had tried this several times, I had drifted out into the middle of the road junction, the hill was well behind me and I had no option but to push the car away from the main road and onto a side street.

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  • Nathan G on Mar 6, 2009

    Doesn’t sound as bad as my first car which i called santa. had a nightmare finding insurance as well.sounds risky jump starting it that way did no one help you push? i was the first of friends to have a car so they also loved it despite the flaws.

  • Christine Ramsay on Mar 6, 2009

    That was hilarious! My first car was a Fiat 500 named Henrietta. She gave me my fair share of problems too. Mind you she was great to park. She was so tiny you could pick up the front by the bumper and turn her into a parking space. I loved her.
    A great and entertaining piece.

    Christine

  • CutestPrincess on Mar 6, 2009

    Wow what an article and so nicely done. very entertaining…

  • Kate Smedley on Mar 6, 2009

    I had a car like that once, great story, bet you miss it in a strange way!

  • rutherfranc on Mar 6, 2009

    me too.. my brother had a Gemini but since I was helping on the payment I get to use it more.. it was creaking all over but the sounds was awesome!!! once you get inside, you`ll forget how it looks outside..

  • George W Whitehead on Mar 7, 2009

    Fun article, Alina. I\’m sure we have all had cars like this for our first car.
    I\’ve took the liberty of finding out for you what FSO means. It is a Polish (not as in Turtle Wax but the country!) manufacturer and it stands for \’Fabryka Samochodów Osobowych\’ which translated means \’Factory of Passenger Cars\’. I hope this hasn\’t spoilt the magic for you!

  • George W Whitehead on Mar 7, 2009

    I didn’t put all of those back strokes in, honestly.

  • Alina Beck on Mar 7, 2009

    Thanks George! That’s satisfied my curiosity!

  • Steven West on Mar 8, 2009

    Very funny. First cars are always an adventure.

  • Miss Heda on Mar 12, 2009

    haha reminds me of a friends car loves her lil car coz its pink but seriously its a hunk of junk great article!

  • Melinda McQueen on Mar 14, 2009

    Never forget your first… even if he is green!
    Nice read

  • nutuba on Mar 18, 2009

    This is such a delightful read! You’ve got a great attitude about cars and I loved reading the adventures. I like your bubble gum approach to fixing things. One summer I lived in DC on an internship, driving my Dodge Dart. The car died at a major intersection and I was blocking traffic … but I managed to fix the carburetor with a paper clip. That paper clip held through the rest of the summer and even on the long drive back home to Iowa. Looking forward to reading about more adventures.

  • Duff D Moss on Mar 20, 2009

    That was an entertaining read – enjoyed the bit about the police especially! I think everybody’s first car should be a bomb. Mine was too, and I too remember it fondly.

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