The year was 1976. Kim and I were both 18 and had not long ago, stood together atop the Eiffel Tower, (the fake one at King’s Island), looking outward, wondering what life held for us. My first car was an old ’67 Pontiac Bonneville that, (under the supervision of my stepfather), I installed my own timing chain. The Bonneville was a heavy duty luxury tank discarded by the military for its low gas mileage. It weighed five million pounds and would go anywhere in the snow when even the snow-clearing vehicles were sidelined. A gas guzzling tank however, that car helped me to learn a few of the basic maintenance tasks occasionally needed to keep them running. Continue reading →
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 →