Growing up, we never had a new car. Daddy had every tool known to mankind and did all his own maintenance. He tried to teach me, but it didn’t take. Naturally, he never drove new cars. It was always a car that everyone wanted 10 years ago. We were, how you say, “always behind the curve”. The first car I remember him having was a Desoto, it was red and white with the bat-wing tail lights. It was pretty hip, all chrome inside too with electric windows which was very classy in the day.
(photo credit unknown, clipped out of a magezine years ago)
Daddy drove that for years, then parked it on a farm. He was going to restore it one day but I think it’s probably sitting exactly where he left it. Then we got an older model Chrysler, silver with a black roof. When we first got it, we all went to the mountains. One of our few family vacations and that was only a long weekend. Dad had to work in the summers.
When I was 24, I bought my very own car. It was pretty girly, a baby blue Camaro Rally Sport. Dad helped me with a down payment. I loved that car, it had an eight-track player. Oh good lord, would you look at my hair…LOL. You know you’re getting older when a picture of your first car is yellowed.
I currently have a PT Cruiser. It was super handy when we lived at the lake. I could haul around yard stuff from the gardening center or take Buddy with me too. Since he had bad knees, I’d just back up to our deck and he could walk right in to the hatch back. I loved seeing this face in my mirror.
Well, the ol’ PT is dieing a slow death. You know, like when your car starts to nickel and dime you? I’ve kept an eye out for something I might like to drive, but just like dad, I seem to have an eye for older model vehicles.
- Vintage Limo
- Vintage Vespa
- Vintage Taxi
- Vintage Aqua Car (does it matter that I don’t even care what it is?)
Maybe I should just get a bus pass, we hardly even need two cars living downtown. Oh wait, that’s vintage too. The PT is still running so I haven’t made any decisions yet, but I’m getting there.