Recently Max at Power Pop… posted about his first car and asked others what their first car was. I talked about the Chevy Impala my dad bought me and the big engine it had (a 454 I think it was, spoken as a non-mechanic) and how I used to love challenging others at traffic lights. Vic asked me earlier how many races I’d ran and how many I won. I mostly did the challenging without any finish line, similar to foreplay without completion. It was still fun.
That made me go looking in my old photo albums, as I knew I had at least one pic of the car. I found one but it isn’t of the whole car, as you can see. The kid is my baby brother. My mom, stepdad, and siblings had moved out to Coopersville, a small town about 20 miles out of Grand Rapids. My mom worked as a bartender in a nearby berg and my stepdad worked for the C&O Railroad in Grand Rapids so the move out there benefited both of them. Me, being a rebellious 16 year-old teenager, decided to stay in town and live with my dad. He bought me the car, but he didn’t realize I’d dropped out of school 6 months afterwards and was hanging with a rough crowd. There is a lot more to this story, but I’ll leave it here for now.
I was almost 18 when this pic was taken. My dad gave me the car back and I ended up living out in the sticks for awhile with my mom and stepdad. I used it to get back and forth to my first real job aside from babysitting, at the small town bakery (Kastelins.)