My First car was a Chevy Nova 3 in the tree

When I was 16 (1978) I bought my first driver. This was one of many but a great story.

It was a Light Blue Chevy Nova 4 door with a 3 speed transmission. At the time my family lived in Granite Falls Washington. I found it in the Seattle times for $200. I talked my Dad into driving me to the Everett location to help me make a decision on this as well as showing me how to work the column shift. So My sister Mom and Dad and I headed out to get my first car. After we looked it over and my Dad said this looked like a good car, I paid the man cash and he handed me the title. My dad then jumped in his Olds and said, Dan I will see you and your sister at home and drove off. My drive home was exciting and stress full as I was not sure I could work the shifting in the city. We made it home ok and I spent the next few days polishing it up.

My sister needed to get to work so I let her drive it. It was about a month into owning that car when she slid off the road and hit a stump bending the drivers door and back door, never really drove straight again.

So being a teenager and living near power lines, we took it for what we called stump jumping. Wearing helmets we drove like we were in a race stunt car fashion even tried roiling it, driving it over small tree's having a blast. One time we drove through what we thought was a big mud puddle, in the middle of it the car died, to much watter in the exhaust water poring in the door jam. So my friend who was with us in a jeep asked should I push you out? Of course I said. What I did not realize was his intentions. As he came from behind, he did not slow down, Bam he hit us and the car popped forward a few feet, them bam again he hit it again, we got out of the mud all right , but with 2 flat tires and a engine that needed to dry off. The next day I went out and fired her up and drove it home on the rims, leaving ruts in the road I saw for the next couple years when I drove on that road. Latter that year when it snowed I fired up my Nova and drove like a wild man learning the slides and how to spin out and control a car in the snow.

I loved that car and it is a memory I will have for the rest of my life. On occasions I tease my sister about how she wrecked it and never paid me back.