My first car: 1970 Torino GT

This bad bitch is named Elizabeth. She's 47 years old and acts her age. She was an accidental present for senior year. Sit down and prepare for a story

This was minutes after buying her. We went to an auction looking for an old f-100 (I live in Georgia so of course im inclined to old trucks) after a few hours with no luck this beauty rolled out with a reserve of 25,000 with a starting bid of 13,000. Mom gave me the okay to bid (just for the experience, it was both of our first auction). I raised until 20,000 so i wouldnt accidentally buy it. It stayed at that until the auctioneer said "sold! To the man in the white t-shirt!" Holy shit that was me! The owner had owned it in high school and had take His wife to prom in it and when he saw a young buck bidding for it he got nostalgic. Me and mom exchanged a nervous look that i will never forget, we came for an old truck and ended up with a classic muscle car!

Me posing with it ( make all the jokes you want, i was on top of the world at that moment). After wobbling up to the counter to finalize our purchase we realized that there was no way out of it. Fortunately we could afford our purchase. After paying, a guide took us out to look at it for the first time. She was sitting in the middle of the lot waiting for us. For maybe 5 minutes me and mom just put our hands on our hips and pondered what had just happened. Finally i got the courage to sit in the drivers seat. As i sat down i got the same feeling that those Disney characters get when they realize their destiny (or some crap like that, im no poet). She had an interior like a 70's living room.

351C, the piece that makes her tick. I had no car experience what-so-ever but every old man who had seen us buy it made sure to let me know that i was going to learn quick.

I had to wait a few days to drive it into town since we had to insure it and all that jazz. It was honestly torture just seeing her taunting me.

When i finally got the okay to drive her i did what any sensible teen would do: take her to Taco Bell. As soon as i shut her off i heard something hit the hood from inside. I immediately thought "well crap, that didn't take long." I pretended like i knew what i was doing and opened the hood. The air compressor had locked up causing the belt to snap (though i didnt know that, i thought it would explode if i turned it on). I eventually diagnosed it through google while i ate my quessaritos and took her home.

This is her today after i waxed her. I take her out nearly every day and shes been through prom, graduation, a rare date (she attracts guys more than girls).

Thanks for listening, I've seen a few car posts recently and just felt like i should share her story though it isnt much.

Need to hook up the hideaway headlights.