By Mel McConaghy
I‘m an old car guy. I love old cars!
I love old cars not unlike some old pervert who might love good looking young women, or something else that’s absolutely no good to him when they reach old age, unless he’s going to use it as a decoration or a hood ornament.
I have always had a passion for ‘racy’ cars, and the older I get, the more I like (and relate to) old cars. This is understandable, when you consider that at one time, each individual make of car had its own distinctive look and its own attributes. You could tell from a distant glance what make it was, and sometimes the engine that it had, and how fast it would go. Today’s cars are all nondescript. Unless you can read the label or logo, like a tin of beans, you don’t know what kind it is. Certainly they have small distinctive differences, but, on the whole they look like inverted bathtubs full of computers, trying to second guess weather and road conditions, while taking common sense out of driving.
Now, I have always had a passion for cars, or anything mobile, but mostly automobiles. I knew how to drive long before I got behind a steering wheel, because I’d learned what the brake and gas peddles were for. When I was 13 years old, I worked in a service station pumping gas, checking oil, fan belts and tire pressure, while ogling all the cars. There, I learned how internal combustion engines and transmissions worked, so with that knowledge, combined with a little common sense, I was able to learn how to drive.
I didn’t start noticing girls until a year or so later, but, I learned at an early age that a relationship with a car is like a relationship with a girl.
If you don’t understand them, they can cause you a lot of grief! It might be that a new paint job, or a new dress is in order once in a while, because a good looking woman on your arm, like a good looking car, is your best accessory. But, you have to watch yourself. If you spend more money on your car than on your woman, it’ll also cause you a lot of trouble. I have never had a ‘bad’ car, because I knew early on that if I cared for, and treated them right, they’d give me years of good service. I think the same thing applies to women, but I still have the same woman after fifty-five years, so what do I know?
My Life Through a Broken Windshield by Mel McConaghy
Mel McConaghy is a retired trucker and author from Prince George, British Columbia. Mel’s tales are his views of life “through a broken windshield”. They are entertaining and humorous in a folksy style.
Visit Mel’s website at www.melmcconaghy.com