Don't really know what to write, so I thought I'd try to start a list of the cars I've had and some of their memories.
Way back when, when dirt was new @ 72 or 3, I had a friend with an old T'bird. It was a 1960 model with a wheezing motor and various shades of paint. The fact that it ran and the price was cheap really caught my eye. 40 dollars.
Now back then 40 dollars was a real lot of money for a boy in high school. I had a part time job, but making that much money as a 14 yr old was a long way off. The friend said he'd hold onto to it for me. Probably like a sucker in hand is better than advertising for a loss.
When I finally had enough money saved up for it and I told my dad what I was going to do, He wasn't all that thrilled. I gave him the money and asked him to look it over and to pay the guy while I went to work. I'd get someone to tow it home for me tomorrow.
I guess my dad saw things my way. Or he thought this was the best car for 40 bucks. Or he thought I'd not get it running right and we could part it out and make my money back.
When I got off work that night It was around 1 in the morning. I drove up to the drive in my moms car and there set the most beautiful car in the world.
Mine. My very first.
Here was my pride and joy. Needless to say, I did what every boy does with there first car. I sat in it and imagined the world going on around me as I traveled through life. Well by 2 o'clock, I had tried out the power seat, the lights, the radio and now the battery was dead.
It was time for bed. I didn't sleep much that night.
The battery got charged and we were gonna try to get the motor running better the following weekend. We had plenty of fuel, plenty of spark, but no compression. When I tore apart the motor, I discovered the problem. It was the rings. You could place the blade of a pocket knife between the walls and the piston rings. I was surprised it wasn't knocking. That means one thing. I needed to rebuild or replace it.
Well short story long, we went looking for a replacement. We went to a garage behind a chrysler dealer who said he could rebuild it for around 500 dollars. But he also had a car to sell instead. For 600 dollars and my car. I was getting in deeper.
You couldn't have been more shocked than I was when I saw his car. It also was a 1960 Thunderbird. It was just like mine except his had the sunroof. And only one paint color. It look like it came off the showroom. Ok, maybe from a used car lot. Needless to say, I was hooked.
It took a few days to get my mom to cosign a loan.
I finally got my car. It ran like new. Milage wasn't much to talk about, but with 18 cent gas, you didn't complain.
I drove that car a lot. It would hit 120 on the straight away. We'd fly down the road with the motor screaming until it go no faster, or till the rail road tracks, where we had to hit the brakes or we would miss our turnoff. Kids. We were stupid back then. No seat belts and recklessly flying down the road.
God must've looked after me as much as he does the drunks.
That car is gone. Lost it when a guy ran a stop sign. He had insurance. No one was hurt.
God is still watching out for me. Got a wife that loves me and a mother in law that needs me. Throw in 3 cats and a dog and life don't get much better.
Well for nothing to write, I said plenty. Should I continue the auto list or just find something else?
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