(First Car ) 1989 Mercury Sable Station-Wagon
The 1989 Mercury Sable station wagon was my first car. It certainly wasnât the first car I drove or have a clear memory off, but for the sake of this blog and to keep articles in a chronological order, the Mercury sets off the chronology of my first vehicle. Coincidentally this is also the year my family moved to the US from Soviet Latvia. I was 9 years old. It was a culture âŠâŠâclashâ, more so then a shock persay. Weâll address the Soviet era autos and my later years, nostalgic desire to drive one today; in future posts.
1994, I was 15.5 going on 16 and was ready for the mean-streets with my new ride, which my mother and I shared. I believe when I actually turned 16 she had purchased another award winning Ford ; the FORD TEMPO, so I had the âSHWAGONâ which is what it was affectionally named, all to myself.
The best way I can describe this vehicle is ; A poor-manâs spaceship.
Letâs talk details. The exterior was nothing to speak off at that time. It sort of resembled most everything on the rode those days that was trying to steer away from the sharp angles of the 80âs and the boxy European design, and instead head towards the âbubbly-esqueâ future of the 1990âs. The 2 most prominent features that to this day feel so wonderful to me was the front headlight panel, which illuminated almost all the way across from the left side markers, through the front grille area and all the way to the other side of the car. And the numeric keypad on the drivers side door which gave the driver direct entry without having your keys! iâm not sure exactly when this technology came about or at what point of time it was a staple for all new vehicles being turned out in America, but as a 16 year old boy ( and still now at age 34), I find this to be not only the most useful feature but the most interesting one for that particular era. It really was the POOR-MANâS SPACESHIP of the 1990s. I canât even recall the amount of times this feature was used, when keys were locked inside the car or simply leave the keys in the car and go for a surf! Not to mention the days when you couldnât find your keys, but at least you could get inside the car and await your momâs rescue, in the comfort of the Sableâs luxury interior.
The Interior:
Not much to speak of here. Maybe I was too young to pay attention to those details at the time, or just simply donât remember, but Iâm not here to write detailed and accurate reviews, but rather personal observations and experiences.
The stereo functioned and my mix tapes only got stuck once a week which was an easy rescue. The cigarette lighter was used often - I do remember that clearly enough to recall a loosing the cigarette lighter âpull-out-knob-thingyâ in the abyss of the large backseat. WHen it was recovered, a penny had mysteriously appeard in itâs place. Lodged so deep that I had to pull it out with a ballpoint pen- at which point the tip of the pen created a small spark and the lights flickered on and off creating a small but un-climatic âoh shit, captain we just lost powerâ panic.
Durability:
As far as I recall there certainly was one at least one problem per month. The transmission would constantly mis-shift and slip a little. Breaks went really quick , although this could be a direct result of a heavy 16 year old foot. It did itâs job for a few years, and i can say with pure certainty that it was safe. I had a few fender benders in it, one time being in the High School parking lot when a Jeep Wrangler spare tire went all the way through the rear window of the wagon, almost pushing the entire rear door all the way into the trunk area. I believe we both back out at the same time with great speed, and the faults were just as equal, but the car was repaired and continued to chug on. At most stop lights and at any point of rest, really, the idle was constantly dropping around, and faking itâs ever so scary stalling tricks.
The inside was more then roomy and had a rear facing third row in the trunk area , which was made use off by my drink high school friends on any giving friday. I suppose the best 3rd feature on this vehicle that can praise itâs glory is how many passengers it was capable of transporting, so if it was used as a âsportyâ mom-family wagon, then I think Ford had succeeded in providing the right amount of space.
I canât say that i treated the poor wagon with any real automotive respect, and will be the first to admit that if I was older and perhaps the right demographic for this vehicle, it could have seen more sunny days.
At some point the vehicle was sold and or donated.