My very first car was a 1950’s Ford Fairlane which was about to leave the world at any moment. Fortunately I didn’t have to drive more than three miles a day to take my children to school. When it finally did give up the ghost, we had to push it out of the driveway so a tow truck could carry it to it’s final resting place.
Next came my snappy, black Monte Carlo. Snappy because it as a definite step up from the first. I needed something more reliable since I had become a Tupperware salesperson and had to put on a lot more miles. With that car, I learned how to start a dead car by sticking a pencil in the carburetor. I also was able to drive it with a broken tie rod, with the assistance of my guardian angel. While on my way to a Tupperware party, Old Monty died on a busy bridge. A kind gentleman stopped to help. When I told him my situation, he offered to take me to my destination with all my wares. I could then phone my husband and have him call a tow truck. I guess I was very naïve in those days. I could’ve been kidnapped, but I took a chance. The man offered to sell me some of the frozen meat he was purveying from his trunk. I declined, but managed to get in a pitch for my product. I told him I had some wonderful containers he could order for such items. I could’ve been placing my life in the hands of a serial killer, butt my protective armor was definitely covering me.
I finally graduated to a new car. A Jeep. This had been my husband’s car before me, so I knew it was well cared for. While driving it one day, with a bevy of children, the stick shift came out as I downshifted to make a turn. Again, my guardian angel was at the ready. I rammed the stick back into place and continued on.
I eventually got my first very own, brand new car when I became a Tupperware manager. The Ford station wagon was perfect for carrying loads of products to my parties and for delivery of said products to awaiting customers. The first day I got that new car, I was so excited. My own car and it was new. Because I was used to driving a Jeep, this big old station wagon was a little wider than I anticipated and I scraped the whole driver’s side on the cement barrier which divided the highway. The car was replaced. Talk about embarassing.
I haven’t possessed many cars. When we were wealthy for a short time in our marriage, I inherited my husband’s red Camaro convertible and then moved on to a family sized van which carried us on a few fun cross country vacations. From the van, I went to a little red Pontiac Sunbird, which I purchased all by myself.
I’m currently driving a five speed, shift on the floor, 2001 Saturn coupe. This car was a gift from my son. When my little red station wagon finally died, I wasn’t in a position to buy one. He had since purchased a truck and this one was sitting idle for a couple years. What a blessing it’s turned out to be. It’s an older model, but it only has 150,000 miles on it and it gets me where I need to go. Talk about the car driven by a little old lady. The mileage alone is amazing, but like me, it’s still kicking!