My parents didn't buy me any car...
My step dad Bob did help me work on stuff, but not financially...
I lived with my Father Harvey, during my HS years,
he was raising 3 boy & 2 girls, my other older sisters were
graduated HS already, they use to drive my parents 67 Ford F250 PU
manual trans, my sister got a 65 Corvair Convt. for her birthday,
but she earned it...
I drove my Hodaka 125cc Enduro to work until I got enough $$$,
{
I got after mowing thousands of lawns & doing 4:00am 2 paper routes for $20 a month}
I could ride it with just a learners permit too {I wasn't 16 yet}
until I had enough to buy a car, no matter the weather,
I never missed a day...
I know that my father Harvey was teaching me a lesson,
about what it takes to survive & make a living, be responsible,
that things aren't handed to you, you earn them...
My step brothers both got **** handed to them on a sliver platter,
gas, insurance, tires, oil changes etc. from my step mother...
Although it kind of pissed me off, they were coddled to, but their ****
was always broken & disarray, mine always ran...
When you pay for it & earn it, you'll take better care for it too...
Anyway...
I bought a 65 Galaxie 500 240ci six/ 3 on the tree, $150 120k miles
like mint cond., from an older gentleman customer...
I was working at a Shell full service station in Georgetown
for $1.65 min. wage, the owner Paul Petterson would
let me di tune-ups, lubes & tire changes etc. for cash...
My parents made me put 1/2 of every paycheck away for insurance
gas, tires, oil etc. & other expenses
It took me a few months to save up {$1.65 an hr doesn't add up very fast}
I knew it was only going to be, a temporary car anyway...
Hell it's carry 8 kids easily, 2 full bench seats...
It was known as the Love Boat {long story}
Later when I was a bit better off financially, maybe 9 months or so,
I had mowed lawns, installed fences, worked for my fathers construction co
& worked a couple of odd jobs & still worked at Paul Petterson Shell
after school still too...
I bought my 1st Mopar a 68 Charger R/T 440/727 A/C
GG1 {Dark Green} Black buckets, console & black vynil roof etc.
from a lady that lived down the street from my mom & step dad, in Antioch...
She was a divorcee, from a CCC Sherriff, I knew his/their kid very well,
I knew the car very well too...
I mowed her lawns, {not them types of lawns RC

} for $5 each
when I was down at my moms place...
She agreed to sell me the car for $350, trans was slipping,
it was a nice clean 1 owner car, I knew well...
I worked all year, to save that much money in 1974-75...
My kids all earned theirs too, not to the extent I had to, but they worked for it,
built/strung fences, fed the animals, tended to Lisa's Horses, my pig & Bull etc.
picked up dog ****, did chores around the house my warehouse/shop etc.
My nephew lived with me when he was driving age he wanted
a Nissan Pick Up, he was a lot older than my kids, he needed a car/truck
I would help him by co-signing...
My oldest James wanted a damn Mitsubishi Turbo Eclipse,
I told him I'm not paying for it, I made the same deal with him,
He got the car he wanted, he still owns that car today too...
God knows why, but he loves it...
My girls had it a bit easier, they still worked for everything,
just more for Lisa or with the Horses, property etc.
Oldest girls Twins, Rebecca wanted a VW Gulf,
she had a good job {I got her} at the RM Country Club,
I helped her with some down payment $$$ & co-signed a loan...
The other twin Rachel wanted a 85 Toyota SR 4x4, I had one
so I let her earn it, $3500 worth, she worked for my construction co.
as a laborer on odd jobs, making min. wage, she earned it for sure...
My youngest was spoiled she got a 71 Jeep CJ5, that I had,
that her mother Lisa drove a ton, she really didn't earn it or pay for it,
but she was a really good kid got really good grades etc.,
she did all the households laundry for better part of 3 years...
The fact she wanted the Jeep shocked the hell out of me,
she was a real girly girl, I figured she'd want some nice little sports car etc.
Moral of the
long *** story, life lessons are best earned,
not given out on a silver platter...
Even if you're the baby Jessica & your mom isn't around anymore...
It was good for me, it certainly was good for all of them too...