Last week I visited the home of some distant in-laws who were meeting my 4-year-old for the first time. They’re grandparents already and asked my kid if he’d like to play with some toys that once belonged to their now-adult son. To my surprise, they went into the garage and pulled out a giant box of first-generation Transformers complete with original instruction manuals and weapons still attached to the plastic sprues.
My son was stoked, but I think I was more excited. I had maybe a dozen Transformers as a kid but this collection was expansive, with nearly an entire archive of full-size Autobots, Decepticon jets, several combiners, and a couple of the transforming cities. I’d always loved cars, and cars that turned into robots were ultra cool to me. Memories of the watching the cartoons on UHF and poring over the catalogs came flooding back. This, along with MASK, Turbo Teen, Knight Rider, and Dukes of Hazzard, it was a great time to be a petrolhead kid.
What works from your childhood fueled your love for cars?
The most entertaining comment by next Monday will receive a prize. Scroll down to see the winner of last week’s QotW, “What’s your most terrifying car story?”
We got chills from reading some of your tales of terror, but before we get to those let’s have a chuckle at a few of the hilarious ones. For example, all of us who grew up reading 1980s Car & Driver probably shared JJ‘s misplaced worship of the C4 Corvette ZR-1. There’s the dread of having to drive a terrible (presumably) rental car, like Alan‘s week with a 2012 Impala. Or the entirety of British car ownership, which formed Jim Klein‘s fear of a Jaguar check engine light. For Taylor C., it was the bullet sweating while a cop follows you home to talk to your parents rather than just issuing the ticket.
The truly frightening incidents came from near and actual accidents, such as speedie‘s encounter with Big Altima Energy, Lakdasa‘s hillside Corolla drive with bald tires and a faulty master cylinder, Chet Manley‘s discovery of brake fade in a Celica Supra top speed run, and Negishi no Keibajo‘s bone-chilling view of of a texting driver in the rear view mirror while stopped.
The winning comment this week comes from Leslie, who not only managed to escape injury from the dawn of the shoulder belt era, but managed to keep a souvenir from that harrowing flip:
In 1973 I was driving my 1971 Toyota Corona MK II back from a mall in San Antonio when I swerved to miss a cat in the road. I didn’t realize it at the time but there was a drainage ditch on the side of the road with a large tree stump in it. My car wound up on its side after hitting the tree stump. Luckily I had my seat belt on and was OK except for a scratch on my hand from broken glass. I had to make a Steve McQueen style exit out the car by going out the side window. When I was at the mall I had purchased a couple of LP records and some of the blood from the scratch got on the cover of one of the albums. The album was Moon Germs by Joe Farrell. I still have that album and the dried blood is still on it.
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