Geo Tracker – I didn’t have a driver’s license yet, just a ticket for underage drinking
Buick Century – Bench seats in the front and the back
Honda Accord – His mom and dad were home
Volkswagen Beetle – Technically, we just got high in the airport parking lot
Dodge Turbo convertible – “Exile in Guyville” was stuck in the tape deck
Dodge Tradesman – Fuck yeah, you can reach the mini-fridge and the ashtray from the mattress back here
Pontiac Firebird – His dad advised him only to get serious with the girl who remembered to reach across the seat to unlock his door
Chrysler LeBaron convertible – My dad, grandma, and boyfriend all owned the same model
PT Cruiser – Test-drove it for a newspaper assignment, thought it would help sales if I left my tights in the backseat
Geo Tracker (second time) – Cognitive dissonance
Honda Civic – I was in a Motel 6 parking lot but couldn’t afford a room
Subaru Outback – His wife and kids were home
Toyota Tundra – The truck was cleaner than his apartment
PT Cruiser (second time) – I was online-dating over the holidays
BMW M6 convertible – This was before he lost his medical license for trading Xanax for sex on Craigslist
Volkswagen Jetta – Two words: Man bun
Toyota Sienna – He told me to look for the Aston Martin when he picked me up
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Sigh. I have missed out on so much auto-erotica in my life…
I don’t think I’ve ever made out in a car. Thanks for nothing, Britain.
Same. It feels like a rite of passage I’ve missed out on.
There are just no opportunities in London to rectify this
My first kiss was in a car in Richmond. There’s hope for you, yet!
Amazing.
This also made me realize how cars I’ve made out in (unless the Blue Bus in West LA counts!). Only two (a Chevy Malibu and a Toyota Corolla) came to mind for me.
I can vouch for the effectiveness of the noble Buick Century’s bench seats for…things.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeep. My high-school boyfriends drove a mid-70s Ford LTD and an early 70s Olds 88.
Also, I’m not saying the Burgomaster and I have made out in his ’66 Newport, but we’ve totally made out in his ’66 Newport. Best part of it was being able to say “okay, this was fun, time to go inside to the bedroom now.”
i lost my virginity in one of these. i also gave my first bj in it. it was night time and we were parked in a dark residential area and when i opened the side door to spit the dome light came on
The last time I made out in a car, I got strep throat. I have avoided them ever since.
“Pontiac Firebird – His dad advised him only to get serious with the girl who remembered to reach across the seat to unlock his door”
Wait, what?
This was before power door locks, apparently
No, I was wondering why she’s supposed to reach over him and unlock the driver’s door, and why this is so great that a dad wants his son to only “get serious” (or, uh, laid) with a Door Unlocking Girl.
He opens the passenger door to let her in, and then she unlocks his door for him while he’s walking around the car. My first boyfriend’s father gave him the same advice. He(the boyfriend) told me I had passed the test. And did I run for the hills when I found out there were tests? No, because I was young and stupid and pleased with myself for passing this and many other invisible tests. I married him. The car was a Datsun. We’re not married anymore.
ugh, my first high school boyfriend told me about this test (also on advice from his father) after i’d “failed” the first time he picked me up to go out. We then dated for almost 2 years.
Huh. I remember reading in one of the Men are from Mars books (Mars and Venus go on a date perhaps?) that women should NOT do that because it was awkward and unladylike to reach over or some shit.
So glad power locks solved that problem. Now Mr Cleo and I just get to compete over who beeps the locks first.
My fiance wanted to know why we’ve never had sex in his car. My answer: “Because we’re grown-ups and you drive a Honda Fit.”
YESSSS. I like to think of myself as a kind and supportive girlfriend, but also one who has to make fun of her SO’s Honda Fit every once and a while.
Aww, my husband and I both drive Honda Fits! They’re wonderful little cars, but I think you’d both have to be under 5’4″ for any chance of successful sexing.
yah, my car canoodling days were entirely connected to not being an adult with my own place vs any deep auto erotic desires.
my graph of “sex in semi public places” vs “personal earnnings and correlated daily privacy” is definitely a solid inverse proportion
Ohhhhh lord.
–A horrible dark green pick-up truck, shortly after (I found out later) my HS BF tried to break up with me. Instead, he was a wuss and made out with me instead, and cheated on me a week later.
–Early-aughts Ford Taurus … who needs dorm/roommates when you can hook up in your college BF’s car? I am now also remembering “renting” a car from a friend of the family during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college, driving it from my hometown to my college town, and giving said college BF a world-class BJ in the back seat.
–I am not proud of this, but once I gave a dude a very drunken HJ (possibly BJ?? I cringe) in the back of an NYC taxi. Mortifying.
I’m not telling you how to feel or anything, but myself, I’d wear that last one like a fucking badge of honor.
I can remember making out (+) in cars, but I remember very little about types. This post made me nostalgic for parking, though.
i always dated bums who didn’t drive back when parking was cool, so it was always the subaru forester i inherited from my [soccer] mom.
and as a former VW Bug owner, my head/neck now have sympathy cramps.
I’ve only made out in an overpacked Suzuki. He was moving across the country and so the car was so packed that we couldn’t even lean back in the seats. We used bungee chords to keep things from spilling over at abrupt stops.
Moreover, there was a giant martial arts staff sticking right between the seats “because it didn’t fit anywhere else.” I had to dive under the staff to reach the target.
A Volvo wagon of a certain era (1972) has room for all the stuff a young woman of 1980 might want to take to college AND a leftover foam mattress from …. well, never mind. It meant I could drive and sleep anywhere, which I did. It also meant make-outs (“watching the submarine races in the Merimac River”) were deeply excellent. Also it meant rolling in at dark o’clock in the morning.
An International Scout does not actually have much room for anything unless you’re determined.
An aged and rusting Lincoln Continental (there were relic fins, so …maybe 1970? in 1980. Cars did not used to last like they do now) has room in the trunk for a queen sized mattress – the bench seats were EXCELLENT.
Alas, I don’t remember models.
I do remember accidentally racking a guy while in the makeout process, due to the tininess of his backseat. (This is not a veiled dick joke of any sort.) Dude may or may not have deserved it in retrospect, but it still was not my finest hour.
Front seat of a Chevy Nova, in the parking lot of a state park, with record low temperatures outside.
It was a bit of a challenge.
Mitsubishi Eclipse, green, it was 2002 and 17-year-old me was greatly impressed by compact sports cars.
Sure you guys got to make out in cars as teenagers; but have you ever gotten hammered in a field in the rain and the hid behind a convenient bush (or rock if you were in a seaside town like me) to get it on, while all of your friends watched. No I didn’t think so. That’s the classy European way to do things.
(I’m not even kidding, the amount of my friends that lost their virginity in a bush or random wooded area in the middle of a housing estate. I once lost two belts, I was a Gothy person that wore a lot of belts, in the woods and went back to get them in the morning.)
Yep, this is Truth. I haven’t even kissed in a car, except in a taxi that one time. Drunk forest sex, that’s the Northern European way. All hail the vodka belt.
I’m sitting on my hands to not spam the thread with a thousand “vodka belt” puns, btw
All the hail the vodka belt!
Its a bit crap at keeping you’re pants up though.
Exactly.
When I was of an age where we couldn’t just have sex in a house, nobody had cars. I don’t know anyone who got a car before 19 tbh, and I was the first of my friends to get my licence at 19. I’ve had the occasional kiss while driving, or in the back of a taxi home, but it was usually part of the journey to an actual bed.
Although, one guy I dated had his old car (a Ford Fiesta.) parked up in the driveway, he never drove it, but did suggest we go for it in the car one night. We were literally standing outside his front door, to an empty house. His excuse was that he’d never done it in a car, but my excuse was that there was a very comfy and expansive bed upstairs, did not see the point of the awkwardness that would ensue by trying to shag in a hatchback.
Well, nobody was watching, and it wasn’t raining, but I did have sex in a farmer’s field. Apparently my college-age midwestern self was more European than I thought.
Who said anything about being a teenager? 😉
I am starting to realize that nearly all of the cars I have made out with someone in have been my own. I drive manual transmission. This is routinely a problem.
I am now remembering some moments in the back of the car our school owned as part of the Driver’s Ed program. I think it was a Volvo. It definitely had the extra brake on the passenger side.
The best: his dad’s new BMW.
The worst: His CRX.
I grew up in the sticks, we all had to have cars to have any kind of a social life. There was his mom’s LeBaron convertible, his Oldsmobile that he swore he was going to turn into a lowrider but never did, my mom’s Taurus station wagon with the fold-down backseats, his pickup truck under the power lines when we got busted by the cops, his International Harvester with a steel 2×4 for a front bumper, a friend’s 76 Toyota Corona in college (she would leave the keys outside of her door for people to take it whenever they needed it, I once borrowed it and crossed an international border), two Volvo sedans of my own, his 65 Mustang, his mom’s honda accord after he got high and wrecked the ‘stang, and then I wised up to the dipshits I was dating and met Mr Ipomoea, and we made out in civilized places like bathrooms at punk shows.
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When I was in high school, I drove my dad’s Ford E-150, which was a like a construction van, but with an interior for passengers, including windows, mood lighting, and a backseat that folded into a bed. My older cousins were all “I can’t believe your dad turned his teenage daughter loose with a car with a bed in back of it, hurrr hurrr hurrrr,” but get real cousins, I’m a dork. I used that car to hang out and read during my breaks at the stupid Price Chopper.
I first made out in my Dad’s Isuzu diesel. It accelerated from 0 to 40 in about 20 seconds. I, on the other hand, accelerated from 0 to 120 in about 4 seconds.
Huh. I remember reading in one of the Men are from Mars books (Mars and Venus go on a date perhaps?) that women should NOT do that because it was awkward and unladylike to reach over or some shit.
So glad power locks solved that problem. Now Mr Cleo and I just get to compete over who beeps the locks first.
A keyless entry system allows the person to unlock the doors or trunk lid from outside of the vehicle without using a key. It has two main components: an electronic control module and a coded-button keypad on the driver’s door or a key fob. Some keyless systems also have an illuminated entry system.
A keyless entry system allows the person to unlock the doors or trunk lid from outside of the vehicle without using a key. It has two main components: an electronic control module and a coded-button keypad on the driver's door or a key fob. Some keyless systems also have an illuminated entry system.