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Comment of the day: Our favorites from the Autoerotica comment contest

Because we at Westword pull hella clout in this town, we managed to snag 35 free tickets to the Denver Auto Show, which started yesterday and continues through Sunday -- and because we're pretty much benevolent gods over here, we decided to give them away to you. Tuesday, we asked you to tell us about your first car and share a few memories of it. We closed the bidding yesterday and to the winners went the spoils. Today, we're sharing a few of our favorites with you.

Just a quick note: If you're reading your comment here and you didn't win, it may be because you posted your comment after we gave the tickets away or for some other reason, so umad? Relax. At least you're getting the attention you crave. And if you really feel an extreme need to win something, why not try to win two tickets to Lewis Black?

From Erick Roorda:

'56 Ford F-100 Pickup.


Purchased with my older sister when I was 14 and she was 17 -- we each paid $150.00. It was a (rare) automatic which made it easy to drive but shared ownership was awkward. Rode very hard, and if you hit a bump at a certain angle the steering wheel shook uncontrollably until you finally had to pull over and stop. Friend fell out on a left hand turn when the door mechanism malfunctioned- no injuries fortunately but embarrassing nonetheless. Finally bought the sister out and sold the F-100. My next car was a Ford Cortina - WHAT was I thinking ....

From Merandscott:

My first ride was a "hot, hot, hot" powder blue 1972 Buick Sport Wagon Station Wagon, know now as the infamous " Bohemian Family Truckster". It was my Dad's hunting car, and it ws full of Golden Retriever hair and mud. It smelled like hunting dog so much that we could smoke cigarettes in it and never worry about getting caught. Universal joint went first, then the engine. RIP "Blue Beauty"!

And this touching one from Shannon Shaeffer:

Timmy the Death Mobile, a 1966 Chevy 4-door 327 Chevy Impala, which I had inherited from my great-great-aunt Lil when i was 6 years old. With Timmy, I learned how to pump the brakes (no ABS), how to compensate for fish-tailing on icy CO streets, and how to parallel park in the smallest areas in North Cherry Creek.


In HS, we'd pile as many people that could fit into my Timmy, roll down all the windows and I'd floor It (which took up a 1/4 tank of gas alone) to Taco Bell for lunch. I only knew my Aunt Lil until I was 6. She was a spit-fire, formidable woman combining humor with a startling humorous realistic perspective. I loved that car and always think about Aunt Lil and my Timmy, whenever I see a chance to parallel park in a too-small area... If this post serves as nothing but for my paying homage to my late Aunt Lil, then I am very, Very happy.

Thanks to everyone who played, and don't forget: We love your feedback, so feel free to comment on our stuff even when we're not bribing you!

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