When Crow laughed
My first car
My first car was a Mercedes Benz- a stocky 1966 four door sedan, with a pile of mileage on it. I was a university student, and I picked it up for almost nothing, but then again it didn't look like it was worth much. It took weeks of scrubbing before I even knew that the upholstery was blue. The ignition didn't work, someone had created a push button bypass that I thought was totally cool. It was also a standard, and although I had taken one lesson in driving a standard a couple of years before, I needed some lessons in driving it. I was pretty good on hills though, my instructor had parked me on one, and then demanded I give him my watch. He stepped out of the car and told me he had placed it 18 inches from the back tire, and I would now learn to get up a hill, or else! So I learned. I drove this car for a year or so, and I loved it, until it needed more work, and I couldn't afford it. I placed an ad in the paper and a young guy showed up to take a look at it. It was dark out, and the car wasn't running well at all, and I didn't think he'd be interested. He popped up the hood, and a big toad was sitting on the engine ! We shooed him away, and the guy reached in, in the darkness, made a few quick adjustments, and that car of mine just purred. Turns out his dad owned a Mercedes dealership, and he knew his way around them. I sold him my car, and he promised to let me know if he got it fixed up. He did - painted it baby blue, and told me it was in such rough shape I'm lucky I didn't crash through the floorboards while driving it! I was happy it had gone to a good home. I found this receipt when I was going through my boxes of "stuff". Don't think I ever took a photo of the car!
My first car
My first car was a Mercedes Benz- a stocky 1966 four door sedan, with a pile of mileage on it. I was a university student, and I picked it up for almost nothing, but then again it didn't look like it was worth much. It took weeks of scrubbing before I even knew that the upholstery was blue. The ignition didn't work, someone had created a push button bypass that I thought was totally cool. It was also a standard, and although I had taken one lesson in driving a standard a couple of years before, I needed some lessons in driving it. I was pretty good on hills though, my instructor had parked me on one, and then demanded I give him my watch. He stepped out of the car and told me he had placed it 18 inches from the back tire, and I would now learn to get up a hill, or else! So I learned. I drove this car for a year or so, and I loved it, until it needed more work, and I couldn't afford it. I placed an ad in the paper and a young guy showed up to take a look at it. It was dark out, and the car wasn't running well at all, and I didn't think he'd be interested. He popped up the hood, and a big toad was sitting on the engine ! We shooed him away, and the guy reached in, in the darkness, made a few quick adjustments, and that car of mine just purred. Turns out his dad owned a Mercedes dealership, and he knew his way around them. I sold him my car, and he promised to let me know if he got it fixed up. He did - painted it baby blue, and told me it was in such rough shape I'm lucky I didn't crash through the floorboards while driving it! I was happy it had gone to a good home. I found this receipt when I was going through my boxes of "stuff". Don't think I ever took a photo of the car!