Practical Classics (UK) - - CONTENTS - Ja­son Blake, Le­ices­ter­shire

Your chance to tell us your clas­sic sto­ries and have your say.

Loop­ing back and tap­ping into the me­mories and nos­tal­gia, par­tic­u­larly first cars and what they mean to us, is a huge part of why we love clas­sics. For me, it is one clas­sic in par­tic­u­lar.

It was early 1989, and I hadn’t quite passed my driv­ing test. In my brother’s car, all but aban­doned for univer­sity and so handed down, I was do­ing il­le­gal laps of the sur­round­ing vil­lages in, what to me, was an in­cred­i­bly cool two-door cherry red Chrysler Avenger – my ticket to free­dom…

All I needed was the girl. Tracy was smart and pretty. She had a cute smile and her eyes in­trigued me. She would laugh at my anec­dotes, and I’d hap­pily take her rib­bing me about the state of my ripped jeans.

One af­ter­noon we were parked up in the Avenger in an un­fre­quented gate­way over­look­ing the coun­try­side en­joy­ing the essence of spring as the sun glinted its way through the trees.

It was only when I let her eject The Won­der Stuff’s The Eight Legged Groove Ma­chine to play her own mix tape fea­tur­ing the Cure that I re­alised how much I fan­cied her.

She used my jacket as a cush­ion and laid her legs out across mine, telling me all about study­ing for her ex­ams. I knew I was in love with her. I looked at her for a mo­ment or two be­fore we kissed. Later, hold­ing out the Avenger’s bro­ken choke with a clothes peg, I started the en­gine.

Ever since then I’ve had a soft spot for The Cure, and over the years when­ever I’ve seen a pic­ture of a Chrysler Avenger I’ve felt a twinge of nos­tal­gia for that time and that place. So, the blue one (pic­tured top) – it’s mine now. I bought it a few weeks ago.

ABOVE Ja­son’s lat­est Avenger. BE­LOW No L-plates, 1989.

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