At a recent weekly Breakfast Club get together, the subject got around to what year and make each of us had as our “first car.” We took turns relating tales, first we heard about someone’s 1951 Studebaker, then another’s 1950 Dodge, and so forth. When it was my turn, I remarked that my initial automobile was a 1950 Ford that I purchased for $50—out of a used car showroom! No one could believe it. But it was the God’s honest truth. That car didn’t last very long, however, as it was involved in a wreck that occurred when I first attempted to drive in a freezing rain. Its replacement (a ’51 Chevy, purchased for $75) met a different fate altogether.
“The incident” occurred early in the first winter after my high school graduation in 1962. It was the custom at the time for hotshots like me (LOL) to rev the engine on our cars, then pop the clutch (stick shift, remember?) and burn rubber down the quarter-mile long driveway that led from our high school parking lot to the nearest cross street. My Chevy had a floor shift conversion kit and was named “El Matador.” Upon purchasing it, I had immediately painted flames behind each of the two front fenders, along with the car’s name. It was a thing of beauty, of which any red-blooded teenager could be proud. On the day of “the incident,” I drove up into the parking lot and positioned El Matador with its rear end facing the school cafeteria, lined up at the beginning of the driveway. Aware of all the students who were watching, I placed the transmission into first gear, revved the straight-six engine to its red-line limit, and popped the clutch. Immediately the needle on the speedometer flew to its maximum position of 90 MPH . . . but nothing happened: no movement, no noise, no nothing. The car just sat there. Because the air temperature was so cold . . . and my car was so old . . . the driveshaft had completely shattered upon receiving all the RPMs from my high-revving engine. I was mortified. I could hear the cheers and jeers emanating from the cafeteria, but there was no place to hide. To make matters worse, I had to go into the school building so I could use a pay phone to call for a tow truck. Needless to say, I never tried that trick again.
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