When we moved to Seattle from New York, we not only moved from the east coast to the west coast, we moved from a culture where easy transport was either the subway or taxicabs to a place where to get from point A to B you most certainly needed wheels.
So we got wheels.
Chuck got a snazzy, red MG sports car, seating two with no spare room for bags or groceries.
I got a mustard colored Volvo station wagon with ample room for groceries and dogs and extra folks.
Chuck later changed this car for an Alpha Romeo sports car, another two seater but this silver colored.
I stuck with the Volvo to the day I left the North West and moved to California and the reason I even bring this up is the situation today.
I now have my trusty Trooper, a very good replacement for the Volvo which, much like the Battery Bunny, kept going and going, even when some jerk forgot to connect all the four spark plugs at some cheap tune-up place.
So I take a deep breath when I get my Trooper out of the garage, say a silent prayer, and venture forth in my charger which, very much like me, creaks a bit and complains a bit but still keeps going.
So I still have wheels.
1 comment:
Never dumb a trusty car! It might be out of date, but as long as it's trusty - keep it. I've been the owner of many fancy cars with have been traded in time, but the trusty ones, I kept them until they had to go the "graveyard". The wonderfull Opel GT 1900 modified to 210 Bhp, is still alive, but my trusty Toyota Hi-lux is worn out. Kep your trusty freinds, and enjoy those fancy ones until they are not that fancy anymore! My next project is an old Chevy 59 Impala - that never will be a trusty car, but what a car.
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