@ossobuco,
1) Brand new VW convertible, special painted Porshe brown, the year, 1967. Immediately if not sooner scraped it backing up against the column at the side of my parents' very narrow driveway (to me, narrow, and there was thick ivy on the other side). After that, me in a tiny apt stuck onto a duplex on beverly glen, it was egged on halloween and I took it to a carwash, ignorant fool, which fully ruined the paint job. Redid it in Earl Sheib brown, for $19.95.
2) Brand new Fiat Spyder 124 Coupe, some kind of screaming mustard yellow. The v dub had been racking up charges at dealers, and independent garages, and I hadn't and actually never have taken an auto mech course. (what would I fix about my life, there's one, fairly high up.)
3) Fiat going to hell in several expensive handbaskets, I got a new Audi something. It immediately broke down on the way to San Diego and had to be towed fifty miles to an audi dealer, as it was very young, like two weeks old. Viscerally hated the Audi.) Can't even remember the color, though I am guess it was brown again, now a symbol for merde.
4) Somewhere in that time a work associate was selling his daughter's TR. I think a TR 5, def not a 4, but I only owned it four hours. Picked it up, drove it home, drove it right back. POS, as they say. I was the child's godmother, so this matter was unwrinkled that exact day. It was some kind of green. There's a license plate that I really don't remember.
5) a used car lot fiat 124 spyder red convertible. I have good memories of that particular piece of **** (the transmission fluid continually leaked) connected to my gallery time in Venice, and piquant re my mother with alzheimer's, taking her for a ride, with good babushka scarf. I loved driving it over Topanga Canyon, from the coast to the valley or back, it held the road enough. What did I buy next, not sure of the sequence. I do know I left a really good huipele in the trunk, which I only figured out later. Yep, I'm sure it was the execrable chevy van.
6) execrable chevy van, brand new pos. Talk about hating an automobile. First of all, I had to go through a buy american rant first before I could just, you know, get a chevy van. My father was a full colonel, don't sell me a car with this stuff.
Next, the van didn't start the first thirteen occasions I tried. I forget how I got it going each time, but it was 13 visits to the dealer. Catalytic converter trouble.
Meantime, I paid good money of which I had little to have out business name elegantly painted on the van side.
The van was hard to see from, a learning experience once I got the thing started.
I sold it to the guy downstairs for him to take over payments and me to be free, free, free. That was Gerry Weigart, of the Vector design. He had this hot car, the vector, which I never rode in but loved hearing, plus my useless pos.
7) stay tuned for the old vw van.
