NationStates Jolt Archive

What was the model of your first girl?

I got a Vanessa - made in Belgium around 1975 - white color with a dark roof.

I really enjoyed it, but it was using a lot of fuel.

The new owner is complaining about the same, but, hey that's not my problem anymore.

But for a first girl, I really can recommend a Vanessa ’75.

So, what was your first model?

I'm very very very confused right now

Actually, Iim just gonna go with being confused.

My first gal was about was about 16 years old. She chugged, and sputtered all the time. She also had a very ugly colour about her. Since then, I have gone for a 13 year old. She has been around the block a few times, but rides real well.

We're talking about cars, right?

I don't know really, did some underage joy-riding and TWOCing.

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What was the model of your first girl?

I got a Vanessa - made in Belgium around 1975 - white color with a dark roof.

I really enjoyed it, but it was using a lot of fuel.

The new owner is complaining about the same, but, hey that's not my problem anymore.

But for a first girl, I really can recommend a Vanessa ’75.

So, what was your first model?

Built for speed or for comfort?

Built for speed or for comfort?

Comfort. I recall that she was very user-friendly.

Comfort. I recall that she was very user-friendly.

Mine was a sporty little italian.Built for speed.Very temperamental.In fact highly dangerous!!;)

An Eliza, came out just after I was born, and best of all, was built taller so that my height wasn't too constraining.

Ran well, though monthly servicing was emotionally taxing.

Great body, and definitely built for speed.

Had to leave when I departed for college, as we were destined for separate paths.

Holy freaking crap...this is absolutely hilarious.

mine was a 1976 lisa big headlights with a dark top. it was a fun ride but alot of work. i currently have a 82 t, a sporty off road with nice lines. runs great rides like a champ.

Comparing women to cars is a completely novel idea that has not been done to death at all.

Comparing women to cars is a completely novel idea that has not been done to death at all.

My cars name is Frank. Is that novel?

My first girl rode a bicycle.

lol

My first girl rode a bicycle.

My first girl was a bicycle.

My cars name is Frank. Is that novel?

my car's name is "damn it!" I only talk to him when he is misbehaving.

my car's name is "damn it!" I only talk to him when he is misbehaving.

Oooh, that reminds me of ''Shitty", the wonderful model that would stall if you dared come to a stop, and that had a hard time making it up hills.

I've never understood the kinship people feel with inanimate objects. My first car (and the one I still drive) is a ford fiesta, and a battered old bastard it is as well.

My first girl I picked up for a steal at the swimming baths, she cost me 1 cup of soup and a bread roll.

She was a 1978 model(can't remember the name) blonde bodywork, with crome grill and front bumper. I only had her for a week or so, then I spotted another at the same swimming baths a week or so later and traded her in.

I had to stop attending the swimming bath trade in though, as there where far to many ex girls there, and their new owners!

I've never understood the kinship people feel with inanimate objects. My first car (and the one I still drive) is a ford fiesta, and a battered old bastard it is as well.

You'll miss it when it's gone.

My first girl was a bicycle.

Yes, Lance Armstrong, tell us something new.

Oooh, that reminds me of ''Shitty", the wonderful model that would stall if you dared come to a stop, and that had a hard time making it up hills.

Shitty shitty bang bang?

*wonders at most of the people in this - so desperate to get their hands on a car's gear stick*

I've never understood the kinship people feel with inanimate objects. My first car (and the one I still drive) is a ford fiesta, and a battered old bastard it is as well.I don't get it either, especially something as boring as a car.

Comparing women to cars is a completely novel idea that has not been done to death at all.
So then it's a lot like feminists being annoyed by the comparison between women and cars, then?

Mine was a '69 Sue. It was a convertible, and the top came off *very* easily. I had a lot of fun times in that one, but had to get rid of it when she got rear-ended by someone else.

An Andrea '73. Wide in the trunk, tempermental, and had a tendancy to burst into flames at a moments notice. Would "go" just about anywhere and was a hell of a ride though.

A 1989 Model, Blazing Red gTi I called Kerry.

A bit of a toughie to control, but once you got the handling sorted, it was a damned fine ride. The issue was one of maintainance, and after a fairly eventful time of it, things broke down on a regular basis, and I had to give her up.

Sad times, really, wish I could restore things to the way they once were.

You'll miss it when it's gone.

'Miss' would imply some kind of emotional response to it's absence, which isn't going to happen. I most likely will have bought a new car by then.

Since when are cars called girls? That is the most retarded thing since...that laissez-faire fellow.

Comparing women to cars is a completely novel idea that has not been done to death at all.

I still think that the way it's been done here is hilarious.

Since when are cars called girls? That is the most retarded thing since...that laissez-faire fellow.

I always figured it was boats and ships that were considered to be female.

A remember it fondly. A '76 'slightly used dawn'. It took a licking and kept on ticking tho!

76 Camaro...fast and wild...had to get rid of her tho...one too many crazy nights out after a while her undercarriage wasn't what it used to be...so I went and bought a vette

I had a tiny '75 Italian model. And I mean TINY. We tried to squeeze 3 people in there once, but it would only fit 2 comfortably. Was great for off-roading, though, particularly at night on an empty golf coarse. Had to be wary of those sand traps....any sand in the engine made for a highly uncomfortable ride home.