Let's all go back, way back to our first car. Mine was a 67' Ford Fairlane. Monster of a thing by today's standards. It was cream, four-door. In it's first life it was a police car. My brother and I went in halfsies to buy it used in 1971. The original radio had been removed so we added an ill-fitting secondhand radio. The knob soon twisted off.
Thank goodness gasoline prices were so low because gas mileage was atrocious. Insurance was a mere $35.00 per month for two teenagers. We drove it back and forth to the city (we lived 16 miles outside of town on a small ranch) or to school (grades 1-12 in the same building). The roads were gravel so forget the paint job.
Then there was the time my brother used it to jump snow drifts in an open field. The story went that there was an ill placed fence post and hence the dent in the car door and the hole in the gas tank. Thereafter the car was parked leaning to one side so the gasoline would not spill out of the hole. We added some soap shavings to plug the hole.
Thinking about that car reminded me of earlier experiences with cars. I remember riding in the back seat of my parent's car, no seat belts back then. I was about 10. I noticed my car door was still ajar. My mom was turning a corner just as I decided to open the car door and slam it closed. Well good thing kids back then bounced, I rolled right out of the car onto the roadway. Was there any OMG or call to Children and Family Services? Heck No! My mom stopped the car and yelled, "Get in the G.D. car!" Just another day in North Dakota. I don't remember being damaged. There was no cuddling, only "How could you be so stupid."
Then there was driving the Ford truck with us kids in the back of the truck. Oh not for just a few miles...I'm talking moving from Weiser, Idaho to Minot, North Dakota with us kids riding in the the bed of the truck. We were huddled with sleeping bags and blankets taking turns riding in the cab to warm up. Again no call to Children and Family Services, just everyday life back then.
Ahh, and I don't want to forget the 1970 Ford Pinto I shared with my mom when I went off to college (went all the way to Minot - 16 miles away). The Pinto had a bad habit of stalling when we stopped at a red light in winter. I then had to pop the hood, unscrew the lid to the filter and tap the flutter (all my terms) as it was stuck open. Then with the flutter now bobbing back and forth again I would replace the lid and jump back into the driver's seat and off we would go.
Take care all, Aralia