Way Back Wordful Wednesday: (Not Quite) Fast & Furious

Welcome to Way Back Wednesday with The Adventures of Goober Grape & Monkey Man, The Life of a Sippy Cup Mom!, The Scoop on Poop! and The Nerdy Katie!

Next week's topic is all about the very first movie you ever saw in theaters.  Was it a comedy?  Was it a cartoon classic?  Was it a horror movie?  Get those memories ready and let us know!


This week's topic is: Your First Car!


I was an average teenager, taking driver's ed when I was 15 yrs 8 mths old, but didn't actually get my actual driver's license until I was almost 17. I don't remember why that was, but that's how it happened.


Anyway, one chilly winter day, I woke up. My mom was all excited. She told me to get dressed. Then she took me to the door, explaining the whole while that she really hoped I liked it. She opened the door, and there, waiting for me was my very first car.

A 1979 Bumblebee yellow Honda CVCC 5-speed hatchback. Purchased from my grandfather's wife by my mother. It wasn't the fabulous muscle cars that were the in thing back in 1988, but it was a car. And, best of all?


It was MINE. All mine.  And it lasted all of about a week.


Yes, I said a week. And it didn't break down on me. Nope.

I totaled it.

First, in my newborn drivers inexperience, I pulled out in front of a motorcycle that was hiding in the sun, and damaged my Bumblebee's front end (He was okay. It was a neighborhood and we were all obeying speed limits and stop signs).


Yeah, but it takes more then that to total a Honda, especially an old one, you say?


You are right. This did not total it. The next accident happened 4 days after that one. It only involved myself, and my mother was right behind me when it happened...


We were taking the Bumblebee to the repair shop to get the dent fixed in the front end. The sky clouded over, turning grey, and a light drizzle began falling, just enough to make the road a little wet, and slick. Add to this the fact that I could not and WOULD NOT go through a yellow light (and yes, I still scratch my head today trying to figure out what that was all about) and you've got the makings of an accident just waiting to happen


Of course, Murphy's Law would dictate that there be at least one yellow light along my way, just as it is drizzling it's hardest. I put my brakes on. I feel the car swerve on the wet pavement. I oversteer. It swerves across the right lane, through the turning lane, bounces off the cement side of the grass median and a telephone pole, landing smack in the middle of the center intersection turning lane, and rolling into the center median.


My mom pulled over, came rushing to my car, and do you think that she even cared that I had just done a car bounce from one end of the highway clear to the other side?


"Now look what you did!" she screamed, pointing at the huge dent in my rear passenger wheel well. I was shaking, knees buckling, standing in the middle of the center turning island and staring at the huge dent in my Bumblebee.


And I started crying.

I don't remember much of what happened after that except that was the last time I ever saw that car again. Once my mom's shock wore off, she did check on me and make sure I wasn't hurt. I do have a vague memory of a guilt-induced trip to the ice cream parlor later that day. Thanks mom!

What was your first car? Tell me your story and link up. Link up your wordless/wordful wednesday posts, too!! Happy Wednesday!!