What was the first car you owned? Mine was a 1969 Dodge Coronet 500 and I was reminded of it the other day when one was sitting in our restaurant parking lot.
Up to my 18th birthday, I had been driving my Dad’s 1967 Pontiac Strato Chief and to have my car was a blessing. I paid $1,000 for it and believe you me that was a lot of money back then but well worth it. The car itself was a beauty, fiberglass body, dual exhaust custom made gas pedal in the form of a foot and enough room for all of my buddies to sit in. But this not about the car itself it is what happened when I brought the car home.
I remember the day as being sunny and warm and as I parked my new wheels in the driveway I was beaming and as proud as a new Parent would be. I wiped the car down, cleaned the windows and polished the tires. I stood back and admired what I had and that is when my Dad came into the picture. He came out of the house, walked around the car, grunted a few indistinguishable words and commented that the car had too much power and for me to be careful. Agreeing with him was no problem and we discussed the car from top to bottom and I offered to drive him around the block, but as was his style he said there was no problem and that he did not need to do that and I then went into the house to phone a friend and let him know that the car was here and to come on over and take a look and then something happened that I could only laugh at. Going down the driveway was my car with my dad behind the wheel, that’s right my father was taking my car for a joyride! What was I to do, I could only laugh and wait for him to come back with it.
45 minutes later he pulls up, parks the car, comments on its handling and performance and then disappears into the house, but before he closes the screen door he makes sure to comment” You’re low on gas”, The son of a gun had burned 3/4 of a tank of gas. I guess it is true what they say
PAYBACK IS A BITCH He got me and I knew it.
So what could I say, I just shook my head and chalked another up to the old man.