Some days you would rather walk. Today the horse laid down. Tommie and I arrived for a lunch date at the Senior Citizens Center. Her invitation to eat there may have implied her true feelings about my age. We got in the car to head back to the school for FCA and there wasn’t even a “click.” Dead. No go. In my ears were ringing my Chevy freinds – “Found On Road Dead.”
I like my little car. It needs some love but I like it. Three hours later and several side trips, I was on the road again. The culprit – the negative battery connection to the block had worked lose. Thankfully Chuck told me to check that again or I would have installed the shiny new battery I picked up from him.
Lying there on the ground tightening the bolt made me glad for older cars. Were that a new car, I would have called the wrecker and got the check book out.
So, if it weren’t for walking I would as soon not own a car. As it is, I like my little “Pony.”
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If I ever move out of New York City (which is looking more like a reality now), I will have to get a car for sure (or hopefully, a truck). I have been debating whether or not to get a new car or as you have, my own little “”pony”. I think for us ministers with little money, an older car/truck cheaper to maintain.
The only downside I guess is the 11-15 mpg you get with older cars. And, the stains of oil you often leave in other driveways. Paul once referred to one of my cars as the “Exon Valdes” because it leaked about a quart of oil a week. 🙂