As I wrote earlier, I was working full-time at Belk, after getting out of college, so that I could get a car and afford my graduate school. I know that some people get their first car while in high school, but my parents could not handle that financially. I had to wait.
My Mother let me drive her car. At first, it was a 1956 Dodge. It was black and white with fins. I learned to drive with that car. It had push buttons on the dash, and the steering wheel was as big as a bus. She then got a 1967 Plymouth Valiant, which would be her car for the rest of her driving life. It was a good car. Years later, she would get offers from mechanics to buy the car from her, as it had become an antique.
I worked hard to be able to afford my first real car. My father and I went shopping for my car at Dick Smith Datsun, and I found the perfect car. It was a 1973 Ford Maverick with low miles. It was an olive green. I remember my father asking the salesman if he would let his son or daughter drive this car to Texas and back. He said yes, so I bought it. It cost $2000 used. It had bench seats, automatic transmission (a must), and a radio. It was a two-door sedan. I loved it. I had a friend who had a Maverick, and she liked hers, so I knew this was the car for me. I had that car for the time I was out in Texas. I will talk about that more later. Needless to say, I didn't have to borrow my Mother's car anymore, which was a good thing.