There are a lot of memorable firsts in a lifetime: first day of school, first love, first kiss, etc. The adage, “there’s a first time for everything” is true, no matter who you are. Being that this is a car blog, we’ll bet you can guess what first we’ll be talking about. That’s right, first car; or, in this case, first truck. The following story was submitted to “From the Glovebox” by reader, B.F.
It was 1991 when I had finally saved up enough money to buy my first vehicle. Being a young man in the south, there was no doubt that my first vehicle had to be a pickup truck. Eventually, it would be black, have a gun rack in the back window, and a CB antenna on the roof; but, not the day that I got it.
My parents believed in the value of a dollar, and they tried to teach me the same the best way they knew how. They helped pay the insurance but, buying the vehicle and keeping gas in the tank was my own responsibility. Fortunately, at the time, gas was less than a dollar a gallon. I started working when I was 14, and saved as much of each paycheck as possible. Eventually, I had a few hundred dollars saved. There weren’t a lot of options in my hometown for buying a used vehicle. In fact, there were only two, the classifieds and the parking lot at the IGA.
For weeks, I scanned the classified ads in the local paper. People were selling all kinds of cars and trucks, but nothing that would fit into my modest budget. Then, it happened. I found my first truck. It was a white 1984 GMC S-15 with red, orange and blue stripes down the side. It was a five speed manual. I learned fast how tricky operating a clutch, brake and gas pedal was. It didn’t take long to get used to it though.
Two weeks later, to the day, on the way to work from school, a woman in a car turned in front of me. I couldn’t stop. In just fourteen days I’d gotten my first vehicle, and I’d gotten in my first wreck. I cried and swore I was through driving. Unfortunately, I had the most basic insurance, which didn’t cover collisions. Luckily, both my father and I loved shade tree mechanic work. We bought a replacement bumper, grille and right front fender (from a junkyard) and got to work bringing that truck back to life. On the positive side, I had the opportunity to get rid of those stripes and put some black paint on those flat, white body panels. Incidentally, this is also just about the time that I started getting into automotive customization.
I’m 35 now, and I’ve had more cars and trucks than I’ve had years behind the wheel; but that S-15 was my first and will always be special. Thanks for letting me share my story with you.
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