“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Cars can feel like time machines. I saw an old Mercury Monarch on the road recently and it got me thinking about travel and life. My life in cars…
Mercury Monarch 1978
Our family car. Left us stranded in the rain a few times when the engine wouldn’t turn over. Only in the rain for some reason.
Mercury Cougar 1985
When we were doing a little better financially my parents upgraded to this car. I learned how to drive in this giant vessel. It also got me to and from my first job at McDonald’s with the radio likely blasting something awful like Poison since our town was too tiny to have any decent radio stations. If you missed it, here’s an idea of what was on heavy rotation back then, Dance This Mess Around.
Ford Pickup 1954
The nearest movie theater was a distance on a dangerous two lane country highway. He was at the wheel of his classic pickup truck when the passenger door flew open as he rounded a turn. Did I mention the truck didn’t have seat belts? No my parents never found out I nearly toppled out like a tumbleweed on the side of Ingomar Road. Making for a memorable first date.
Nissan Stanza 1993
Very first car to my name. It got me around Albuquerque during my undergrad years as a University of New Mexico Lobo. I paid 99 CENTS per gallon at the pump! Now I’m paying closer to $4.00/gallon to fill up.
Ford Galaxie 1965
Our getaway car when we got married. My husband’s convertible joy ride. Love it!
GMC Terrain 2010
We brought home a beautiful 6 lb baby girl in this car 3 years ago.
I wonder what your life in cars will look like, Oliva.