It was 1975. I purchased my first car. It was a 1971 Toyota. Those were the days when American made cars were boats. My little Toyota looked like a toy on the streets among them. It was mustard yellow.
My husband decided to give me lessons in knowing car parts. He always had a car, and I had not paid much attention to when he got fuel, changed the oil, etc.
Taking care of the car had always been his responsibility and he was good at it. He thought that since I now had my own car, that it was time I learned at least a little about them in the event anything happened on the road when we weren’t together.
The purpose for me getting a car was to drive our son to school and then myself to work. My husband based our gas budget on his experience. He was practical. We lived in Chicago where traffic jams and construction could mean edging along for more than 30 minutes, so he told me to always make sure that I had more than a quarter tank of fuel
Those were the days when gas stations had attendants. My husband, being a cautious and protective man, said that some of those attendants took advantage of women by offering to check their oil then telling them things that needed fixing that didn’t need fixing. Along with learning parts of the car, filling up on Fridays became our routine.
My little Toyota took leaded gas. At that time, a full tank cost $5.00. About 4 months after getting my little Toyota, my husband decided that since he had further to drive to work than I did, that it would be more economically beneficial for him to let me drive the boat of the Pontiac Catalina and for him to drive the Toyota. That he did – all week and weekends on $5.00 of fuel in the tank.
Those were the days!
Here’s hoping that this Friday you are filled with purpose, and that purpose drives you with righteous hope for the benefit of our family of mankind.
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