Growing up, my step-father always chose my (used) cars. He’d tell me how much, I’d pay, and I’d have a new-to-me car to drive. This was not always a successful endeavor – one car had the engine blow up about a week after I got it. But Charlie went back and got me a different…
My first car was an early 1960s, AMC Rambler. God I loved that car. My parents bought it for $100. They bought it because I had a broken leg, and all of our vehicles were manuals, so I couldn’t drive them, and the AMC had an automatic transmission. I was involved in many extracurricular activities.…
As I posted before, just before our planned trip to Glacier, Washington, I took my car in for a going over since we would be far from home and it was a long drive there and back. I had one issue – there was a little rattle in my engine – now and then. Other…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 