Take a look at this picture (click it to enlarge it)! That’s my dad, likely some time around 1950 in front of his car when his family lived briefly in California. It’s a pretty spectacular photo, I think, and it got my thinking about cars.

My first car was a 1980 Chevy Nova and it served me well for many years, all the way through college. The follow-up to that was a 1988 Mercury Tracer, a car that gained legendary status at PSCS in the 90’s. It had a 4 cylinder engine that occasionally had trouble getting up a specific hill that just happened to be an on-ramp to a freeway on which I drove a group of students each week. We used to joke about having to peddle to get it up the hill.

Truthfully, though, I really liked that car. It died a sad death, its hood flipping up and smacking the windshield one day (with a PSCS student with me). It ended up in a demolition derby. Really.

Nowadays I’m driving my dad’s car (no, not the one pictured, as much fun as that would be).

Today’s Prompt: How about you, do you have a car story?