Friday Fill-Up

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.