What's your earliest memory in a car?

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Mine is when my Dad had just bought a Toyota Celica. I was sitting in the back, on my car-seat, trying to look out of the narrow rear window. I was really trying to look out of it but I couldn't. :(

What is yours?
 
My mom had an early 80's Supra when I was born, I remember her getting pulled over in that thing when I was like 1.
 
Theres one i was told about but dont remember: Being driven home from hospital as a new born in a green Mini Cooper.

One i remember, my dad doing a burnout from a junction in a Ford Cortina.
 
I remember sitting on my Dad's lap and "driving" his Datsun 210 (I was doing the steering and the shifting, he was doing the pedals because I couldn't reach...)
 
Ethier when I was really young and my dad would be outside restoring old cars or when I used to have to sit in the back seat of my mums Datsun 1200 coupe.
 
I remember this ancient van my parents used to have, and the neat red car my neighbor had, I used to sit out on the porch and watch him wash it. Turned out to be an FC RX-7. Not sure which memory came first.
 
Probably my dad flooring it over the crest of hillocks in the Gower. There was this one road that was dead straight and just went up and down. I loved it, sisters hated it.

Back when we had the 2 litre Carlton. (Long ago.)
 
Probably sitting in the back of our old Citroen CX on the driveway waiting for the family day out. I must've been about 1 at the time. I know one of the first words I uttered was Volvo ;) Which we got after the CX, the CX was apparently a great car just the rot got hold of it :(
 
The backseat of a Volvo 123 (Amazon). I was bored and started to pick out the stuffing in the seat through a broken seam. My parents were pleased that I was quiet in the back but not an hour later when they stopped and discovered all the foam I managed to pull out of the backseat.

Later I was told my father got pretty pissed on me and that's probably why I have some sporadic visual memory captions from that ride. I was about 3 years when this incident occured.
 
My mom had a 1979 Ford Granada, green with green vinyl interior..those damn seats got so hot in the summer...she bought it brand new. Driving in it, and she would ask for $20 at the gas station and it always filled it up!

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4.1 straight six, 3 speed automatic
 

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My mom had a 1979 Ford Granada, green with green vinyl interior..those damn seats got so hot in the summer...she bought it brand new. Driving in it, and she would ask for $20 at the gas station and it always filled it up!

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4.1 straight six, 3 speed automatic

Oh you lucky yanks. I wish the european Granadas had some of that coolness but apparently they don't.

 
This was probably when I was about 5 years old or so, a.k.a. 1991, but I always used to love sitting in the driver's seat of my parents' 1984 Honda Accord sedan, turning the locked steering wheel a couple of degrees left and right while making "vroom" noises as the car sat in the driveway...it was carburated, so my parents would always tell me to leave the pedals alone, 'cause I could flood the engine, and I actually did that a couple of times, 'cause I never really listened to them... :lol:

Other early car experiences including shifting that same Honda from the passenger seat as my dad held in the clutch, and the obligatory sitting in his lap and steering the car around a parking lot (I also did the steering-parking-lot thing in the old 1976 Jeep Cherokee that my parents had). Also, for some strange reason, I thought it was really cool that the Honda could coast down hills (with the clutch disengaged), so I would always ask my dad to do that... :lol:
 
Back before seatbelt laws, seatbacks that locked in place, and A/C in cars, My old man had a 1962 T-bird.
The glove box is between the seats, and that is where I used to sit when I was about 3.
 
I remember standing on the bench seat in the front of our old Chevrolet Caprice with my head out the sunroof watching a parade go by (3 years old in 1978) in New York.

My fondest childhood memories of our local cars are of my Dad driving me to school around 84 or 85' in our tiny 1.3 Ford Escort/Laser/323 hatchback at a (then) blazing 120kph. At least that felt fast at the time.
 
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I remember sitting on my Dad's lap and "driving" his Datsun 210 (I was doing the steering and the shifting, he was doing the pedals because I couldn't reach...)
Damn, mine's just like yours. Although I wasn't shifting or 'really' steering, because I was only 2, 3 at the time. The car was Nissan Sunny:

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I'm sure it was sold as 210 in the States. Probably different generation though. ;)
 
I remember on saturday mum drove me up to the service station so I could pump up my bike tyres. :dopey:

My REAL earliest memory would probably when I was probably driving to Sydney with my mum, sister and Grandpa.
 
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