Rented 1992 Lincoln Town Car. We rented four for the wedding party.

1978 Trans Am Martinique Blue with T-Tops and 4 Speed Hurst. Purchased new for $7800.00. My all time favorite car! If I only still had it!

My 1987 Buick Grand National. Still have the same car, and the same wife. Both were firsts, my first new car and my first wife. Although she doesn't like it when I introduce her as my first wife, since we are still (happily) married <grin>.

'82 GMC short wheelbase diesel 1/2 ton pickup.....

A taxi. We were married in London, UK, my wife's hometown.

1963 Ford Galaxie 500 convertible just like this one. June 19, 1967.

My father-in-law's 1950 Packard. He drove us because he did not trust anyone to handle his baby.

A POS Datson B210 station wagon. Still married 34 years later and still hate the car.

1962 Pontiac hard top in 1963,she broke it a year later in a head on low speed crash.
That omen should have been a wake up call,but hell no I stuck it out for 22 more years and numerous other wrecks.

I think it was a hand-me-down Toyota Camry that my father in law gave us. I had just moved to Chicago to start a new career and had no money for a nice car. Very proud day when I sold that Camry to buy my very first new car.

1971 Honda 350.

An '88 Dodge Lancer. I loved the car but it was worn out eight or nine years later. I still love my wife; we are working on 30 years now.

I think my parents had a mid 50s Plymouth station wagon. That was 56 years ago today. I'm calling them shortly to wish them happy anniversary and will confirm the make.

Got married at the court house, drove back to our apartment (had to work the next day) in my 1978 Ford Bronco 4x4 with 400 cubic inch with 4 on the floor stick shift with first gear being a granny gear. Sure miss that truck, but I still have my lovely wife, can't believe she put up with my sorry ass all those years.

With my first wife, 1964, the "getaway car" was a Piper Cherokee 160. Departed Red Bank NJ, headed for The Bahamas. Southbound along the Florida Atlantic coastline, I started to feel woozy. I was not able to think clearly. Decided that we had to land at the first available airport.

I was disoriented, saw an airport adjacent to a race track. It took a bit of thinking to register what I saw, finally decided it was Daytona. I could not read the chart clearly, could not read the tower frequency, so I called them on 121.5 (the "MayDay" frequency), told them I was overhead, sick, needed to land right now.

Tower told me winds light and variable, cleared to land any runway. I got it on the ground and told my wife, who was a student pilot at the time, that she would have to taxi it to the ramp. After engine shutdown, my bride exited the airplane. I tried to get out and fell off the wing. I was later told that a doctor who had just landed and gotten out of his airplane saw what happened, came running over, did a quick check on me, put me in his car and took me to the hospital.

I spent our honeymoon week with a raging fever, really bad case of flu. Daytona was as close as we got to The Bahamas on that trip. We did make it up later with several vacation trips to The Bahamas.

1939 Packard with suicide doors.

FIL's S-class from wedding to reception. Carriage from reception to hotel. Can't remember how we got home from hotel.

1964 Chrysler Newport

It wasn't exactly a car. I used my doctoring chalk to write "Just Married" on the rumps of the paint horse and my old saddle mule and the new missus and I took a turn around Jefferson. That was seventeen years ago this month.

Got married 10 years ago yesterday.
We were in the process of moving to Houston and my car was already en route to TX.

We had some rental car for our last few days in NY but neither of us can remember what kind of car it was.
Thinking it _might_ have been a Jeep Wrangler but can't be sure.

In 1987 my new wife and I drove off in my, now our, 1985 Supra.
Though the car was passed along in 2013, the wife remains.