A POS 80's Ford Escort that belonged to my Dad's brother-in-law.

Chris

TR4a

many different vehicles since, switched to auto 8 years ago, done with clutches for good

1963 Chev Station Wagon that I hauled my guitar and amp in while playing bars in the late 60's. Three on the tree.

Austin Healy 100.

My high school had a driver's ed program. That is where/how I got my driver's license at age 16. My first vehicle was a Model A pickup truck. That truck got a LOT of use before I joined the army at 17.

1964 International pickup. Manual steering, Manual brakes.

1963 VW Beetle

1966 Ford Mustang 289 2V.

1964 Triumph TR4.

1964 Ford F100 pickup truck, three on the tree, on our family farm. I was 10.

I was an unhappy camper when I had to wait nearly two weeks after my 16th birthday to get my driver's license because our local highway patrol driver testing office (which was open only one day a week) was closed on those days for the holidays.

I had to learn to drive a manual since I bought the car for that very feature.

For me it was a 1987 Corolla GTS. In Japan and even today it's a cult classic that go for a butt load of money. They are known for there Japanese name AE86

Last of the sport real wheel drive LSD rear end Corolla's. Man I wish I still had that car they just don't make fun cars like that anymore.

A 1968 CJ-5.

1965ish Opel Kadette

Silent

As with many of the above, a VW Beetle. Not sure of the model year, prob. a '56 or so. My family was based in Europe at the time, and I had the opportunity to drive perhaps a half-dozen of the tiny Eurocars of the era, none of which had more than about 75HP. All this driving was illegal even in the lax laws of Europe at the time due to my being underage.

That did little to prepare me for the car I took driving lessons in on return to the States (private instructor, this was before they gave driving lessons in HS), a dual-control '60 Fairlane with a feeble straight six, three on the tree, and a stout clutch that my scrawny body had great difficulty pushing to the floor (short legs didn't help). Of course, my instructor chose an appropriate training ground, a steeply-inclined parking lot where I had to take off from a standing start facing uphill without stalling the engine.

I learned to use a manual transmission by riding dirt bikes, then street bikes. The first car I drove was my brothers Pinto.

I guess I can join the fellas that learned on a 1940's army-surplus willis jeep. It was the first vehicle that I had been allowed behind the wheel.

(It would have helped if my uncle had explained that I couldn't downshift to 1st gear without really slowing down. (It almost cost him a farm gate. )

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80 something Dodge Ram 50.

1953 Ford Fairlane

66 Chevy truck with three on the tree.