When we moved to Alabama the family bought a brand new 1987 Dodge Ram Van in blue. Stick shift; I recall we had to wait for it to be delivered because the dealer didn't have a stick shift in stock. Fairly stock, no frills. Two rows of removable back bench seats. Wide ass back door that hinged on the left.
I remember this car.
Dad traded the Opel in for the Subaru Van.
It seemed like it was more tall than it was wide. It was so narrow, as a 10 year old, my arm span allowed me to grab the handles on either side of the inside of the van and shake like crazy.
I dont think it passed american specs so we couldn't bring it back stateside. The Subaru was bought back by the Dealer that we got it from, so dad broke even on that.
We owned a 1980(?) Chevrolet Chevette Scooter (Yellow) while living at Selfridge Air National Guard Base.
I believe this car had a CB radio in it; they were the thing at the time. My CB handle was Spider-Man.
My mom has a story of us sliding into a snowbank, just me and her.
She has another story of her and us three children driving to Vermont and back in it. This makes the model subjective as the "Scooter" had only two seats.
We owned a green Renault in Butzbach. My father bought it from the ambulance driver on the night shift of the Medical Aid Station across the street from our apartment.
I have a pretty vivid memory of this car breaking down, running out of gas or something and we were walking away from the car. I associate the biggest feeling of loss with that memory, however my father assures me we did not abandon that vehicle.
When we lived in Fort Sheridan, we had a calico cat named Crackers. I think he was an indoor and outdoor cat.
When I was little I loved watching the Dukes Of Hazard! And still do. Nothing better than Bo and Luke duke sliding over the hood of the General Lee and in the windows to spit up some gravel in the face of everybody.