Editor’s note: This was the winning entry for our National Name Your Car Day contest on Facebook. You can submit your own classic car story by emailing us. The story of my first car began in Maud, Oklahoma. It was 1974 and I worked a newspaper route to buy myself a car. I was also taking an auto-mechanics course. After a year of each, I had saved enough and knew enough to start shopping around. I came across a few I liked. As the months passed, I saved more, so the list of the possible candidates grew. Then, late in 1975, Dad told me about a 1968 Mercury Cougar he saw on his mail route. It was a beautiful gold color, inside and out. It had a 302cid with a two-barrel carburetor under the hood, a 3-speed manual transmission, manual steering and manual brakes. The good points were the fresh paint, bucket seats, console, working air conditioning, good tires and it ran great. I spent the next two days debating the pros and cons. The owner and I bantered about a purchase price. I offered to split the difference and he agreed! A few hours later, I found myself proudly driving my ‘68 Cougar home. It was December 23, 1975. On December 31, 1975, I changed the title to officially make the...