Saturday, May 10, 2014
Once upon a time I was a penniless student. I had no licence to drive and no car to drive if I did.
My Dad told me he would buy me a car but he gave me two conditions that I would need to meet before he would be handing over the keys.
First, I needed to get myself a job, I would be responsible for the petrol, services, insurances and tyres.
I also had to prove to him that I could change a tyre. On my own. This was so that if I needed to change a wheel in the middle of nowhere I could do it.
I ticked both of these boxes and became the proud new owner of a 1980 Datsun 200B. It was baby blue on the outside and baby poo on the inside. It had air conditioning. I was thrilled.
I wish I had a photo of me and the Datsun, I know somewhere there is one of me sitting on the car, spiral perm giving me the 2 minute noodle look of the early 90s. But someone else must have it, I can't find it.
Here is an image of cream coloured one from the interwebs - mine was fancier, it was baby blue!
I was living at uni, about 450km from my parents house. One morning the car just wouldn't start. I called Dad. He suggested that as he was 450km away it was kind of hard to help me fix it. I dragged the phone outside so he could hear the sound when I tried to start the car (no mobile in 1994 for me).
Sound's like you are out of petrol he said. I thought the same but as I had only just filled up, I told him it couldn't be that.
Albert the Datsun was left sitting out the front of my share house til the weekend when my Dad made the trip down to help me. He knew a little trick, if you blow into the petrol tank you can hear the petrol.
Unless there is none there.
If it is bone dry you just hear the wind blowing. Opps! When I said I had just filled up, I did of course mean the usual $10 worth that I managed to usually get by on for the week, being a poor student, I never had much fuel in the tank.
A couple of months later when the Diff (no idea what that bit is) broke, Dad and I went to the wreckers and got a new one, it was while he was replacing it on my old car that he tripped over the dog and broke his arm! This was also just a couple of weeks before he was to walk my sister down the aisle for her wedding day.
About six months later, when I got myself a real graduates job, the Datsun went to car heaven. I think my Dad was the happiest person to see that car go.
What was your first car? Did it break someone's arm?