People get really attached to their cars. Sentimental, nostalgic, even a little fanatical. It's a feeling I have never really had an inkling of, until now. This was my hubby's first car. He got it when he was 15 from his Grandmother. All through high school he drove it, even when it was olive green. He worked on it, played in it and learned about life in it.One of my favorite memories of this car is when we were in high school and I was on the track team, and so was his brother. We lived about a mile apart, but it was a few miles from the school. He had to come back after track practice to pick his brother up and take him home, and he charged gas money. (It's a gas guzzler and gas money was always needed.) When I started asking for rides home too, Matt ended up in the back seat, still paying his way and I was in the front, getting a free ride. Still makes me smile. Guess I should finally thank Matt, after all this time.
My other car related memory is our first kiss. We were leaned up against the car on a starry summer night a million years ago I think. So sweet. So long ago. When we were newly married and trying to just get by, we had a lot of work done to this car. Then we drove and drove and drove it. When I was 9 months pregnant with my son, I couldn't fit behind the wheel and reach the pedals anymore so I decided I was done with it and I hardly ever drove it after that. I did love to hear the rumble coming down the street letting me know hubby was home from work though. No sneaking around in this baby.
We have been hanging onto this car for a long time. It doesn't run anymore, the engine seized up sometime when we had it is storage while we lived in HI. Some mice found a great home in the trunk and back seat. It had some mold issues after being covered in the Pacific NW for a long time. It would take a lot of money and time to get it running again. Hubby decided yesterday to send it on its way. He made a quick decision and didn't look back. Within a couple of hours we had posted it on Craigslist and within half an hour it was sold. Timing is everything so they say. I guess the time was right for moving forward.
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My parents still own a 1960 Ford pick-up truck that holds many a memory. Wow... if that truck could talk. Every kid in my family learned how to drive in that everything manual beast. I don't know if they will ever part with it. Amazingly, it still runs and everytime I visit home and see it nostalgia sets in.
How sad you have to get rid of the car (or have gotten rid of it it sounds). At least you can still keep the memories.
I saw the picture of the babies in your slide show. I was told to contact you because I never got the email about where to go to check them out! mistynd2@yahoo.com
Daphne had an old Mavrick her first couple of years in college. I remember visiting her when I was 14 and begging her to let me drive it She finally relented and let me drive it around the block in the middle of the night. Just one of the many memories of old beater cars.
I remember when Justin bribed me into helping him sand the outside of the car. He payed me in cassette tapes. I dont quite remember how much work a single cassette was worth. But i do remember it was worth helping Justin. I also remember flying down the road in his car, radio blasting. Good memories! Oh maverick, you will be missed.--Wendy
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