I've always liked cars.
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My dad's 1959 Riley One-Point-Five. My first car photo circa 1966 near Reading, UK.
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I can remember almost all of the cars my parents had. I remember as a ten year old watching cars drive by the house and trying to name them all. I remember the first time I drove a car; it was a '64 Dodge station wagon with a push button automatic!
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Dad's '64 Dodge wagon circa 1971. Calgary, AB.
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I remember the car I took my driving lessons in and some of the routes taken. I remember the subscriptions to several car magazines that I would read almost the moment they were retrieved from the mailbox. I remember my first car and all the following purchases, most of them anyway, and fortunately the good ones outnumbered the bad ones. I remember buying my first socket set so I could fix the broken rear end in my first car. I remember the first car I bought brand new, where I bought it and how much I paid for it.
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My 1959 Beetle. Calgary AB, circa 1974.
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59 Beetle interior shot
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