I remember being stuck in a mark IV jag with my mom and dad at age 3 in 1953
the lord of darkness had struck again and we sat at the roadside a long time

right around that time zora got hired at GM to build the vett and lived upstairs at our house
and my first memory of riding in a car was with zora in a pre-production corvette
zora was a race driver who had a class win in a P-car at le mans
so to show off his new creation we drove 90 mph on jefferson [detriot's lakeshore dr]

^^^ This.

Except for me, it was an early '50's Packard... probably a 200 like this '52... definitely this color...

http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1342336382.jpg

I'm pretty sure it was a 4DR, and my memory is of sleeping up there on that package shelf on trips from Alexandria, VA down to SC to visit grandparents.

I was 3 to 4 years old and we were travelling at night because it was cooler... the windows were down and the buffeting of the wind helped me sleep.

Later, after I was older, the old man told me that car was prone to vapor lock in hot weather, so that was another reason we made the trip at night.
:)

Classic!!

It must have been around 70-71. I remember piling up in a VW bus to go sledding. Not sure how many of us there were, but I do remember being cold.

I can't remember how old I was, but my dad was taking me for a ride in a white Dodge Demon with a 340. I just remember the white interior...

Not my 1st car memory, but my 1st semi-cool one :)

Dad had a early 60"s Mercury Comet for a car to go back and forth to work. Had rebuilt the 6 cylinder and was in the junk yard a bit. I remember that it was black with red interior. I remember most the smells of the car and apparently my love for junk yards is derived from this experience.

Not my earliest, but one of my most vivid. My family moved from Illinois to California in '47. My dad had a 2 door Mercury coupe and put boards on the back seat with blankets & pillows on them for me & my sisters, & we drove cross country. In remember the lights of Albequerque as we came down from the mountain side. It seemed like a light show to me at the time, since I'd never seen anything like that.

when I was very young, my older sister used to like to take the cap off the gas tank and sniff the gas. One day she decided we needed to put ''gas'' in the car, so we took rocks and dirt from the driveway and put that in there, with the predictable results. At the time, we had an early TV set, and my mother would have to turn it off if there was something upsetting happening, because I would keep running behind the TV to try to get into it and ''save'' the little people inside...