Guys mostly, but some Gals I'd suppose - we guys are infected with the new car desease, bigger-better-faster. I couldn't think of another word for "faster" that started with "B." Bonkers might work. Nevermind. We want all the new and better devices. I'm not talking about James Bond's mother-in-law ejection seat. Gimmics - Bells & Whistles. Fun stuff.
I have a nice car, a Ford Flex. It is the ultimate station wagon - holds 7 in comfort - easy in and out - Sirius - heated seats - and so forth. We can tow the Flex behind the motorhome and still carry all grandgirls if necessary. I see a trip to the beach with the GGirls in the future. Should I hold out for Corpus Christi instead of windy Galveston?
But, still, I want more and more in my ride. Mine has some really nice features like the backup camera and the computer screen and the girl-Friday who talks to me when I press a button. Nobody stops me to talk about the red and black, Red Raider Flex.
When I got my 2003 Mercury Marauder, a whole new world opened up. Everytime, and I mean every time, I stopped for gas, some guy would want to talk about the Marauder. It roared. It moved out in a major hurry. And, in my opinion which is all that counts on this bluggy, the Marauder was fun to drive and nice to see.
Age will slow everything. Still guys will want to talk about the Marauder. There are not as many now. In and around Corsicana, the Black teenage boys seem to want to own a Grand Marquis. My Marauder looks like that until you see inside. These locals buy old Marquis and put 24" wheels on them and slick up the paint jobs. The Marauder fits right in. More than one local kid (usually working fast food) has asked me if I would like to sell the car.
New cars have such good things on them. The Marauder was pretty black and white, so to speak. Now, I like the tail lights on the Mustang - the way they flash indicating the turn direction. That's nice. Didja know that the Mustang's engine is so quiet that a recording of engine noise is transmitted when you accelerate? Thass right. Ford has built in engine noise that plays through the radio when you drive the car. That way you hear those power noises. Who wants to drive a fast car if you cannot hear the engine moan?
In my youth one of my uncles had a Citroen (spelling here) which had a leveling device. It would automatically level the car on turns. It was an ugly, funny looking car that was always on the level. When we visit my Uncle Percy who owned a car lot in Okla City, he would take us all out to eat in a Cafeteria. WE would get to ride in a Lincoln convertible - one year a pink Lincoln. We were in Heaven.
My college days were good. I didn't know it at the time, but they were. We had a 57 and a 56 hot road chevys. Brother Marshall had bought a Ford Convertible. When the wife and I were married, we borrowed that Ford for the Honeymoon. Now this will show you that my brain doesn't always work. Our Honeymoon was to the Grand Canyon in August. Have you ever been in Arizona in August? In a convertible? 130 degrees in the shade- and you know how much shade is in Arizona. Now try that with the top down on a convertible.
We could have gone to the mountains, but no. Somehow I got waylaid from my car stone. This was to be a rambling. I ramble. I know that I was headed somewhere with all of this. Can't remember now. How about you make a list of gimmics you like and leave in the comment section. I can't be alone in this quest.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Posted by Mike Metze at 2:04 PM
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