When I was in high school, students who drove themselves to class generally did so in family cast-aside vehicles. The Fremd High School class of 1983 was most often seen in mid- and late-Seventies General Motors A and G bodies, with 4-door Cutlasses and Buick Regals among the most-common rides.
There was a guy with a white T-topped ’78 Corvette, another dude with seriously built ’70 Nova, and a complete moron who made the trip daily in a 1-ton 4-door Chevy pickup set up for fifth wheeling, or, on Fridays, a Mercedes-Benz 450 SEL. We hated that last guy.
Once I got my license I never got on the bus again. I was usually seen driving the family ’76 Pontiac Ventura (Buick 350-inch V8), or ’74 Plymouth Valiant (Slant Six). For some odd reason, I occasionally drove my grandmother’s ’78 Chevy Monza (Chevy 229-inch V6) wagon to school, a car that, though dog slow, had its charms—being red and sporting bucket seats, primarily.
For some reason today, while passing a high school I pass each workday, I decided to peruse the student lot and see what the youngsters were driving.
I’m rather glad to see that things really haven’t changed that much. You still have the lucky rich kids somehow scamming their way into decent “first-run” family cars; you still have the requisite beaters, and, thank God, you still have the cars someone seems to be working on—though not as many as in my day.
Here’s a few of the cars spotted this morning at one of the state’s better high schools located in an upper-middle-class Chicago suburb. The sun wasn’t working with me this morning, so I apologize for the picture quality.