1961 Ford Falcon
This was my first car. It was my mom's car before my parents got married. I wish I would have kept it. Dad always told me I'd regret getting rid of it. He was right. Unfortunately, if I had it today, it would probably be nothing but a pile of rust flakes covering a motor. The tin worm ate the floor out of this car so that driving it was like driving Fred Flintstone’s car. Going through a puddle in this thing was a shocking experience. The water would come up through the floor and get me nice and wet. Invariably, this happened on the way to work so I would have to turn around and go home to get new clothes. In a way, that wasn’t so bad. I think my dad messed up the U bolts holding the leaf springs on so it kept burning out rear seals in the little three speed manual transmission this car had. It had a steering column shifter. Three in the tree. You don't see that much anymore, and it's probably a good thing.
I remember this thing drove like a bus and had the biggest steering wheel I've ever seen. That was probably because it was not a light car and it did not have power steering.
Eventually I got other cars that functioned better and in more weather conditions than this one did. A kid living at home has no business with a car that should be held by a collector or at least stored in storage where the rust problem won't get any worse. I didn't have the cash to do much of anything with this car, including store it. I eventually sold it to a guy who had a Falcon hot rod. He wanted it for parts. I was over a barrel moneywise and the place I was storing it wanted it out. The guy I sold it to ended up not moving it for another 6 months. I sure wish I had this car today.
