I’m guessing that many of you are on Facebook. I am basing this on the fact that I am friends with a lot of you on Facebook. And also, isn’t everyone on Facebook? This post actually has nothing to do with Facebook other than stealing the title from a Facebook thing called Throwback Thursday.
In truth, I sometimes find Throwback Thursday annoying. I mean, really, a photo from 2 years ago? Not a throwback.
Today, though, I have photos from 27 years ago and I think that definitely puts them in the throwback category. I found them last night when we were reminiscing about cars we have had, a conversation that was inspired by this week’s Ten on Tuesday topic.
As I said on Tuesday, my first car was a 1987 Mazda 323. I bought it brand new with the $10,000 my (real) father gave me when I graduated from college. Originally that money was going to be used to pay for grad school but I quickly realized that I had no way to actually get to grad school unless I got a car. And my license, of course.
Yes, indeed, I managed to graduate from high school and college without getting my driver’s license. I had a mom who didn’t work and a boyfriend with a car and I just had very little need (or interest) in driving myself anywhere. But then I graduated from college and I got my first job in a library (part time because I thought I was heading right for grad school which I didn’t end up doing but that’s a story for another day) and my mom had to drive me to work.
Ummmm. So not cool. Not that I was anywhere near cool to begin with, working in a library and all. But still. It was time to get my license.
I practiced driving in my mom’s big yellow Dodge Diplomat and I signed up for the road test and I went and looked at cars that were in my price range. This little blue Mazda caught my eye and I fell in love with it. I had to borrow $300 from my mom to pay the sales tax and it was mine. Except, of course, that I still had to get my license.
The car salesman couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to pick up the car until Friday when it would be ready for pick up on Wednesday. I didn’t want to tell him it was because I couldn’t drive it off the lot myself until Friday when I actually, you know, got a driver’s license. Heh. In any case, I passed my road test and my mom took me to pick up the car. It was July 17, 1987.
My first car. And me.
My first car. And me. And the salesman.
My first car. And me. Man, I was young. And I looooooved that skirt. Loved it.
My first car. And me. Heading out that first night to go see my boyfriend play in his band. (Even back then I had a thing for musicians.) I remember backing out of the driveway to go pick up my friend Lynn and thinking – wait! how do I get to her house? It was a whole new concept for me.
So there you have it. The story and pictures behind my first car.
Throwback Thursday indeed.