Sedan vs. Coupe

Have we lost the meaning of the words Sedan and Coupe? Reading an article the other day on a car site ( should know the difference) and the review was for a 2-door coupe. In the article, they continually called it a sedan.

For decades, two doors were coupes and four doors were sedans.

Did I miss the memo?

Please let me know in the comments. Thank you.

Fourteen Years Old with a Driver’s License

Do you remember, as a teenager, that feeling of freedom? Remember? It was the day you passed the driving part of the test to acquire your driver’s license. I admit I’m not sure what it means to today’s teens, but in the ’60s, it was everything.

With driver’s education, you had to be 14 to get a full driver’s license. No side view picture, no restrictions. Able to make the drag with a carload of friends and hang out at the local drive-in.

I was fifteen getting my license because Driver’s Ed was offered the summer after our 9th-grade year. That was the end of Junior High School before Middle Schools rearranged the grades. Still, fifteen was a young age to be trusted with a 4000-pound car and 70 mph speed limits.

Me in 1967 WITH a driver’s license

The summer of 1967 saw the beginning of the change. The age was raised from 14 to 16, going into effect shortly after that.

I’m not sure when the other restrictions happened since they didn’t affect me.

The accompanying picture is me when I got my license. How scary is that? Looking back, all I can say is “What were they thinking giving us licenses at that age?”

We were just babes in funny clothes and bad haircuts. Don’t believe me? I have the High School annual to prove it. The lowest our pants got were hiphuggers, and the velour shirt was all the rage. Trust me.

This is all brought to mind because my Granddaughter is turning sixteen in a few weeks and is eligible to get her license. The thought scares me to death. She’s too young. She’s just a baby.

In reality, she is a beautiful young lady and will do fine. It’s me who will be the wreck every time she gets behind the wheel.

It was Iris Mist Iridescent

When he floored it, I was nailed back in my seat and found it difficult to breathe. The G-force was incredible as we raced down Paramount Street in Amarillo. Then as fast as he had accelerated, he let off and slowed back down to the speed limit, which, if memory serves, was 45 mph. From the moment he nailed the throttle until he let off, time stood still. I don’t know how fast we reached, but it was well over the limit, I’m sure. Blistering fast is all I remember.

First Love

Do you remember your first love? I mean REAL love that just took your breath away? Mine was painted Iris Mist Iridescent. At least that’s what Pontiac called the color in 1965. This car still holds a special place in my heart and mind.

My Dad believed in hard work. He started working for wages at an early age, so he thought it was right for me, too. He got me a job at the Fina gas station where he traded. I was fourteen. At the time, all stations were full service.

Full Service

What is “full service?” We pumped the gas and checked the oil, and while under the hood, we looked at the belts and hoses. Then we checked the air in the tires and cleaned the windows. Not only the windshield but all the windows. Oh, and gas was .26 cents per gallon.

Dwight, the station manager, taught me well and the next summer I got an interview at a large Texaco station on Interstate 40 where it was always busy.

One of the other employees (whose name I can’t remember) owned a 1965 GTO in the light purple Pontiac called Iris Mist Irid. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At that moment, cars became a real love of mine. I was smitten.

A Lot of Motor

Under the hood, Pontiac’s 389 Tri-power V-8, rated at 360 hp with 424 lb-ft of torque. It was a beast.

The guy who owned the GTO seemed much older, (I was only 15 at that time), but he was 19 or 20. He had worked at the station for several years.

I admired the car out loud several times, and after about a week, he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I jumped at the chance and the only word that can describe the experience was … WOW!!!!!!

The quick ride in his car was my first experience of real speed.

I have lusted after a 1965 GTO set up the same way ever since.

24 year old computer still boots

You might amazed that this Dell computer is 24 years old this month and it still boots and works. As shown in the video, it takes four minutes to boot from a cold start to mouse control.

My wife and I received this as a 25th anniversary gift from our family members. The old DAK 286 desktop was giving out from age and slowness and they knew how much we used a computer.

There was an Internet int 1995 and this computer came with a 14,400 baud modem to dial up to a local ISP (and we complain about 100Mbs). Later I found a 56,000 baud modem in a toss box at a local computer store. The box was $5 found. That modem made a big difference.

It came equipped with Windows 3.11 which I later upgraded to Windows 95.

We used this computer for about 7 or 8 years before replacing it with a couple of laptops.

It was a Red 1956 T-Bird

1957 Ford Thunderbird

It was a red 1956 Thunderbird just sitting there, hidden in 5′ tall weeds.

Dad was an avid gardener with a love for growing fresh vegetables. It was his way to relax, and I was generally a part of the labor. Rototilling, forming up the rows, planting, watering, and weeding were things I could always help with. Plus sharing in the bounty at the table. His gardens always produced more than we could eat, so we shared a lot with neighbors.

In the spring of 1965, I accompanied Dad to one of his favorite nurseries. They specialized in tomatoes and offered the biggest variety and the healthiest plants. Dad would spend hours looking at the plants and picking out the ones that met his approval. It was always a lengthy process.

After he shopped for a while, I got tired and wandered off. As a 15-year-old, gardening was not my thing, but wandering and looking at starter plants was boring. I excused myself and went outside.

I saw some old equipment on the other side of one of the big greenhouses and headed that way. The area was full of old farm equipment surrounded by tall weeds growing up to about 5 feet tall. Struggling to get farther into the weeds to see what was hidden from view, I saw something red peeking through off to my left.

Moving that direction, I stepped next to a very oxidized, red 1957 Thunderbird. It looked intact. It had a red hard top and a V8 emblem on the side of the front fender. Getting around to the driver’s door, I could see a white interior with bucket seats. There in the console was a standard transmission. A V8 with a manual transmission.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. As I was running back to get my Dad, he was coming out of the greenhouse with carts full of plants and seeds for garden.

I helped him get the items loaded into the back of his pickup and as calmly as I could, told him about my find. I explained we needed to find out who owned the car so we could buy it because it needed a good home.

After a very short discussion, he explained to me that it would be too much work to get it home and do all the repairs it needed.

A few months later, I had my license and I went back by the nursery to see what I could find out. It was gone. The field was mowed and cleaned of all the old equipment and the T-Bird. Gone.

Heart broken, I got back into my 1960 Ford Station Wagon and drove home. The opportunity of a lifetime was gone.

There are few times I was dumbfounded by my Dad, but this was one of them.

My “Money No Object” Cars

What are your “money no object” cars?

There are two on my list. I have lusted for these since High School and have not changed my mind in 49 years.

Of course, there are other cars I would take, but these are the favorites.

A 1969 or 1970 Boss 302


A 1970 Hemi Cuda


Now tell me you wouldn’t take either of these.

So tell me, what are your “money no object” choices?