So, yesterday I decided that I might as well spend some time cleaning up my long-neglected car. What the hell, I really can’t go anywhere, any way. Dining out is not an option. Shopping at a store? Nope. Visiting friends? Can’t do it, so, I’m really out of excuses as to why I’ve been procrastinating this long from giving my car some well-deserved attention.
As I’m cleaning out the back end, I started reminiscing about some of the cars I have owned during my lifetime….This is where you have to cue up the dream sequence in your head, for full effect……
My first car that I owned outright was a 1971 Oldsmobile Toronado. (Who names these things, anyway?) My parents bought it for me as a college graduation present the semester before I actually graduated. $1200 bucks, and it was in pretty good shape. It had a 455 cubic inch engine, weighed a2 and a half tons, and could lay down rubber from a standing start. The car was loaded, power everything, and I was loving life when I returned back to school with her to start my last semester. That is, until the gas crunch hit that drove gas prices up from about .65 a gallon to $1.47. Doesn’t sound like much today, but when you’re a poor college kid, I left the car parked in the parking lot, more than I drove it. After graduation, and I was hauling in all of $210 a week, I drove it more until the transmission started to go.
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