When I was in my
late teens, I bought my first car. My friends were all doing the same -
we all had our licenses and we wanted to put them to good use. Of
course, not having a lot of money, we each ended up buying older,
cheaper cars. I bought a 1974 Mazda RX4 from a family member, one friend
bought an old Chevy Nova, another had an old sports car, and one had
bought a 1977 Honda Civic.
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All of these cars
were made near the end of an era- close to the last generation of
vehicles you could actually fix yourselves. All of them even had carburetors -
no fancy fuel injection, and definitely no computer control systems. My
car had only an AM radio, which I updated to AM/FM (but no cassette
deck). When these cars were made, most computers filled a small room,
and Personal Computers were not yet available.
Wheels = Freedom
Well, we were all
very happy to have our own set of wheels, so we took good care of our
cars - washed them regularly, learned how to do our own repairs, change
the oil and spark plugs, the whole bit. Besides, we couldn't afford to
send them in to the shop for anything but the most significant of
problems; the rest we did ourselves, brake pads, shocks and all.
Although we had
our own cars, we helped each other and worked like a team. We learned
from each other, and each became the "go-to" person for a particular
specialty. Brian went into auto mechanics in a big way, eventually
extending it into a career that included welding and being able to fix
just about anything. He quickly became the expert in everything
automotive, and for anything major we all went to him for help.
As you would expect, Brian was the one with the best car.
However, at the
time, we didn't think so. My RX4 was sleek and fast, the Nova was solid
and gutsy, and our other friends' cars were sporty. We all kind of felt
sorry for our mechanic friend Brian who only had a little red Honda Civic.
I mean, a 1977 Honda Civic wasn't really a serious car.
Sure it was small, and good on fuel - but it wasn't much for show, not
really. Not something you would want to take a girl on a date with,
compared to any of the other cars we had. It wasn't gutsy, it wasn't
fast, it wasn't much more than a tin can on wheels. Four or five people
could pick it up and move it (and occasionally we did).
But over the years, Brian proved us just how wrong we were about his car.
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