02-04-2023, 03:33 PM
I grew up looking at the world from the rear facing seat of a '69 Chevy Concourse Estate. I was 4 when my dad bought it and 17 when it left my life. My dad loved to take weekend trips everywhere, anywhere and all the in between. With a wife and four kids the station wagon fit the bill.
He kept it on even after my older brother and sisters flew the coop and he upgraded to a Buick Park Avenue. When I turned sixteen, passed my drivers course he gave me the keys. That was in '81.
It had never been in a wreck. He did repaint it himself. Not the best job, but not the worst. My friends called it the "Green Hornet." A 350 4 barrel. Damn, it could go.
It only had an AM/FM radio. But the glove box was plenty big enough to install a tape cassette player.
I sold it to a friend for $300 when I went into the Navy.
They say you'll always remember your first car. It's true. Soooo, many memories in that Chevy.
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