SPECIAL CAR PART TWO

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When I got my first car I knew full well that I alone would
be taking care of it.

Dad taught me how to check things on the car so
that I would know what to do and not get ripped
off by many repairman. THAT came in handy
as later in life that situation came up and I
WAS PREPARED! We would drive it to California and hoped
that we would have no trouble getting there. I had no idea
that driving across the USA would change my life.
   
I had made the trip before across this country on the train and by plane.
Seeing the country go by from the car window I hightly
recommend. There is nothing like it. It was not the first time my
parents had made the trip. They drove to Ca. back when I was
an infant. Mom said she would NEVER do it again. Well all
that changed.  Roads and just about everything changed in
35 years and the trip was much easier. Now the historic route 66
is for tourtists, back then THAT WAS the way to travel. There
was NO AIR CONDITIONING in cars. You sweated like crazy
through the hot states of Arizona and Nevada before
you got to California.
My Dad was one for drive, drive drive and don’t stop until
you HAVE TO! YIKES! This trip changed some of that.
Mile after mile will get to you without a break, we HAD
to make them.  We left Michigan early in the morning
and drove all the way to IOWA before we stopped.
 Sleepy  EXHAUSTED!!
 
My mother didn’t drive so my Dad took the wheel first and
I followed up until I was no longer able to keep
going. It was about a 12 hour day some days.
Honestly I don’t know what the darn hurry was.. we
were not on any type schedule, but when Dad wanted
to get someplace he was pretty impatient until he got
there.  MOM put her foot down after so many hours, and so we stayed overnight
in a MOTEL 6. I passed out and the next day, what I wouldn’t
have given for about 4 extra hours.Confused  NOPE.. Dad was up and
on the road about 4 AM, and I was half asleep. WE stopped and
ate breakfast and changed drivers.
 
I had no experience with CB radio’s but we had one
and it squawked all the time. I learned the lingo and
found it very helpful. I had many truckers yelling
at me for going too slow in the passing lane
and telling “YELLOW CHEVY MOVE OUT OF
THE WAY!”  Dad just sat and laughed. My handle
was “YELLOW BIRD” after those incidents. Open-mouthed
 
Going across the SALT FLATS in UTAH I looked
down and I was going 110 miles an hour and never
even felt like I was moving. I was shocked!! Dad grinned
and told me that I had been doing that for some
miles.Surprised Good thing MOM was in the back seat sleeping
or there would have been hell to pay. That Chevy had
been a good pick because it never had a problem
with the speed. A big engine and lots of horsepower
it was called a “muscle car” by collectors. I had no
idea what kind of car I was driving. I wish I had kept it
now as it was more special than I thought.
 
I got a real charge out of MOM using the coin slot
machines in RENO in a place we stayed in overnight.
She had never set foot in a casino and Dad hadn’t either.
I had been in many while living in Ca.
Dad  stood and watched people more than anything
while mom hoarded her winnings and then would
go back and see if she could get more. Dad could not see
a stupid MACHINE taking any of his money. PERIOD!!
CROSSING the border into Ca. they conviscated my
beautiful MICHIGAN apples. I was so depressed,
I had no idea you could not bring them into
Ca. from another state. Sad Disgusting! I guess
I should have just eaten them! When you drive a car
into Ca. you have a certain ammount of time
before you have to get the license and such registered.
I was a sitting duck. That car was pulled over at
least 3 times because it had an out of state license
on it before I could get it registered. I never got
a ticket though. They were just checking me out
because I was an out of state car. Sad
 
 I drove that car for a long time. They had to
tow it away because it no longer ran. ENGINE
finally gave out.  So many trips and memories
in that car. I took a trip later on to Santa Barbara
to see Sue who lived there.  It took me 10 hours
and boy was exhausted!  Sue and I had many
adventures in several different cars but that trip
was pretty memorable. Turns out it was a pretty
important time in her life, but I will let her tell the
story on her own space if she wants to.  Wink
 
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Well enough tales of long ago..
I hope you all have a great day and week.
 
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About CAROL

I was a caregiver for the elderly on and off for over 30 years.I am now retired and enjoying a new life. I love blogging and have kept a personal journal for 40 years. I enjoy the freedom of being creative and interacting with the millions of other bloggers in the world.I love learning the new things that the computer world has to offer. I have made friends that will last a lifetime blogging, something I never ever thought would happen. I hope you enjoy my blog,and will continue to visit me in the future.

4 responses »

  1. Great story! Say, I tried to comment on my space and it came through OK. But NO one else has commented. Hmmm….hopethis gets straightened out soon…

  2. SUE weather is terrible across much of the country it may be affecting a lot of people. I got a message that SPACES was unavailable when I tried to sign in numerous times today.. yes I think something is going on.. : (

  3. I’m surprised that turkeys are getting plentiful down here. We see them all the time up north but I thought they were pretty sparse as you headed south. Not so anymore, I guess.

    My wife loves to go deer-spotting. The night before her birthday we drove around here and saw nine of them. They are pretty plentiful in these parts.

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