I got thinking about the countless miles and hours we spend in our vehicles, and how our dependable cars get us from point A to point B, every day, pretty much without incident. My mind goes back over the automobiles I've owned. Don't get me wrong, I am really not a car, van or truck enthusiast, but perhaps it is time to pay homage to the long line of vehicles that have delivered me safely to date.
I had just landed my first real job, fresh out of college and needed a vehicle to get me back and forth to work. My oldest brother, an auto mechanic, found me an old green GM truck, that his company was wanting to get rid of. Never deal with family members. For $750 I got a piece of junk that should have gone straight to the scrap yard. It worked dependably for about a week and then started leaving me stranded. So unfortunately I don't have the fond memories of my first vehicle that some folks do.
|No that is not me, but you get the idea!|
My next vehicle was another Chevette (see I told you I liked them). This one was a little sportier, wine with vinyl racing stripes down the side, and considerably newer. Not much stands out in my mind in regards to this vehicle, but I guess, no news must have been basically good news.
I was getting more and more into farming at this point, and there was a distinct need for a truck. I was also single and earning fairly good money (or so I thought). I wanted a new vehicle. So it was off to North Bay to the Toyota dealership. Toyota trucks came in very few colours, and I narrowed it down to red, grey or blue, my first three choices. Wouldn't you know it, none were immediately available, but there was a white one that they could deliver in the next week. Think about it, white..... farm truck. Obviously, I didn't. The thrill of being the potential owner of a brand spanking new truck was too great.
My Toyota was terrific for the first couple of years I owned it, then the box began to rust along the midseam, and I don't mean just a little bit. This was a major flaw in the late 1980 model Toyota trucks. I probably should have taken it back to the dealership and demanded something be done about it. However at that point in time, I had other things on my mind -- namely a certain lady, who would shortly drive to Prince Edward Island in said Toyota truck, with me on our honeymoon.
|Tin Lizzie and the new bride|
|Tin Lizzie with terminal rust ( do you really think the picture is about the truck?)|
Tin Verna performed faithfully for many years, just around the farm and the feed and dump run. Of course there was the one six hour excursion when I moved across the province. Here we came, a veritable cavalcade of trucks, Dad with his GMC, the missus with the Toyota and me with Tin Verna. All three trucks were loaded to the gunnels. I neglected to tell the other two drivers that my Tin Verna had rather limited brakes, didn't want them to worry. All I can say is, I was never so glad to finally arrive safely, and Tin Verna rarely ventured far from the new farm again.
With two small daughters, the two door Topaz was not feasible. Strapping babies into car seats while straddling the front seats was neither pretty nor ergonomically wise. At work, they occasionally held raffles to get the opportunity to purchase (usually quite reasonably) their used, but still useful vehicles. I was the lucky winner of a 1990 silver Ford Taurus. This was a great family car for several years.
Unfortunately my two new vehicles have neither had great starts to life. I hit a deer, or rather the deer hit me, in the first month of ownership, with the Toyota. Three weeks after we purchased the Plymouth, my three year old daughter decided it was a nice big canvas to draw a happy face on....with a stone. Needless to say that was the last happy face she saw that particular day. The only other noteworthy adventure, with this van, was the fire under the hood on the four lane highway in front of the Corel Center in Ottawa.