Saturday, January 9, 2010
One of the great loves of my life...
In my life I have owned a number of cars. Some great, two that were lemons, and then there were the two that I mourn the passing of. The all time favorite was a 1977 Plymouth Volare Premire station wagon. Mine was copper color, with the "stimulated" di-noc wood trim. I named her Roz and got her my freshman year in college. She had a Slant Six engine that drank a quart of oil every ten tanks of gas, and the front fenders rusted like no ones business. But it was a stellar car with smooth performance and every feature known to God and man alike.
I made the mistake of selling Roz to a friend (who wrecked her) and then buying a brand spanking new Subaru station wagon. Maybe I loved Roz too much, or maybe the Subaru really was a piece of crap. No, change that, I didn't love Roz enough and that Subaru was a piece of crap. How does that old saying go? "Marry in haste; repent in leasure".
I miss my Roz and if I find one, I'm buying it.