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Car Number One (of six)

June 24th, 2010

For teenage Americans, the first car is a right of passage.  It represents independence.  Freedom.  Maturity.

I still remember the day I met my first car.  It was a summer day in 1998.  I’d had my license for a few months, but until that day, I’d been forced to borrow my mom’s car whenever I wanted to drive somewhere.  All that changed in an instant.

My dad pulled up in a dark red 1986 Ford Thunderbird Turbocoupe and gave me a chance to take it for a spin.  Sure, it was 12 years old, and yes, the paint was a bit weathered, but it was a car!  My car!  And it had a turbo!  I loved it.

My 1986 Ford Thunderbird Turbocoupe

My 1986 Ford Thunderbird Turbocoupe

Over the next few years, that Thunderbird would ferry me to adventures, get me to and from college numerous times, and serve as a guinea pig for my efforts to become mechanically inclined.

Even though it had the sporting aspirations of a turbo, in reality it wasn’t very fast.  The back seat was elfin (though that didn’t stop us from squeezing up to four people in there), and the body forced a never-ending battle against the cancer of rust.  It was wonderful all the same.

After three years and 28,000 miles, I sold it to a guy who answered a newspaper ad.  How quaint.

Stats

  • Dark red 1986 Ford Thunderbird Turbocoupe
  • 2.3 L turbocharged inline-4
  • 3-speed automatic transmission
  • 155 hp / 180 lb-ft torque
  • Coupe body style
  • 171,000 miles when acquired (ca. June 1998)
  • 199,500 miles when sold (ca. June 2001)
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