Our cars drive us back and forth from where we are and where we’re going.
Almost everyone I’ve ever met in my life has said that they remember the details of every single place they lived in and every single car they ever owned. Well, ok – all the men remember all the cars. My wife can recall the details of every single golf course we’ve played on, but has blocked out most of the memories of our vehicles. We spend most of our time on this earth in our homes. The mere act of sleeping can account for a 1/3rd of our lives, (or 50% for our teenage kids).
Most of us fondly recall our cars as well; there are stories and memories associated with every single one we ever owned or leased. Several of my blog stories have been, or will be, written around one of our cars. I wanted, however, to write a single documentary story that would list every vehicle Kim and I have owned in our adult lives. That doesn’t sound too exciting, does it? I’ll try to spice it up where I can but if for nothing else, this story is at minimum, for me (as are all of my stories). For if I didn’t enjoy reading what I’ve written, then writing these would be a horrible waste of time. Time is what we have to make love and memories. Love and memories take us further than our cars. Continue reading →
Up until the invention of social media, we kids just absolutely could not wait until we got our driver’s license and a car to drive. Today kids can stay connected via Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, you name it. A car today does not hold the same significance as it did in all the past decades. If you didn’t have a car, you didn’t get around town. If you didn’t get around town, you never met other girls and boys and you were never connected to the stories that came in to school on Mondays. For a teenage boy, a car meant the possibility of sex! Now, don’t get me wrong – just because you had a car did not mean you were automatically going to get to have sex. But we didn’t know that – we thought all the boys that had a car were in the club! Why was this so important? Because teenage boys think about sex more than they think about eating! As we approached the age of 16 in Ohio, figuring out a way to get a car and to afford the gasoline was the paramount mission. Continue reading →
I must have been 15 years old at the time of this event I’m sharing. A guy named Randy was 16 and Randy was popular for many reasons, one being that he was the oldest kid in our particular age group…and had access to one something we all desired as blossoming teenagers. No, I’m not talking about Playboy magazines – I’m talking about a car! This was no average vehicle. No, it was the one and only Ralph Nader Death Machine, the Chevrolet Corvair, affectionately referred to us as “The Pic Mobile”. It belonged to Randy’s dad, but was the primary transportation for Randy, (known to us all in the neighborhood as Pic – short for Pickle). Continue reading →