Ya - my dad would help out in the gas Dept. too, from time to time. He was not a rich man and did the best he could. It did not help that my first car did not have working gas gauge. It was a Plymouth Satellite sold to me as a 4-door Road Runner, too young and stupid to know the difference. The car also did not have a reverse, no back seats, jacked-up way high in the back, bald tires, all primer, wipers did not work, no seatbelts, burned oil like mad, giant hood scoop. I think that just about covers it. Luckily I did not kill myself in that bucket of bolts…
Bought it in 84 too for $650...
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Originally Posted by fergyflyer
That's getting treated pretty nicely by your Dad. It's not spoiled though.
My first car was $3600. That was in 1984 though, so it would be more like 9-10,000 today. My dad co-signed the loan, that was the extent of the help, I financed $3000 for 30 months and had a car payment of 135 a month.
We went golfing every weekend. Once a month he would say lets take the Magnum. On the way back from golf he say he needed a drink and to stop at a gas station. When we pulled in he would say hit the pump and filler up, he was buying. That was the only other help I got. Oh he'd buy the drinks too.
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