My first car was a 1979 Ford Fairmont. It was already ten years old when I was learning how to drive, so my parents thought it would be a good car for me. If I wrecked the car, it wouldn’t be a great loss.
It had a standard transmission, which I appreciate now. I can still drive a standard, since I learned how to drive with one and drove standards for years.
The car didn’t have power steering. If you wanted to make a u-turn or a 3-way turn, you really had to work for it.
It didn’t have power brakes either. To stop the car, you had to use those leg muscles and put a good bit of pressure on the brake peddle.
Actually, nothing was considered “power.” The windows had hand cranks and the seat adjustment was stiff and difficult to move into position.
It had a radio, but the speakers were awful. There was always a loud crackling noise in the background, so you couldn’t make out what song was being played.
Last of all, the car didn’t have air conditioning.
In spite of all the negatives, I was proud to have that car. I loved to drive it around town or just drive aimlessly for hours on end.
While it is true I have found memories of that old car, I don’t actually miss it.