Thinking about autos on the drive home. My truck needs some work. After 238,000 miles there are some things that could use replacement, and tweaking. I need a new EGR valve. I could use a new clutch. I would like to replace my shocks. My seats are getting pretty shot. And I think that the serpentine belt could use changing.
And thinking about all of those things, made me think about driving my parents car when I was still at home. When I started driving, my parents owned a Plymouth Fury. It was a 1971, I believe.
This car ended up in a swamp one night. One terrible, scary night. That might of included some wine, and maybe an herb or two. But that is a story for another time.
My parents graduated up to a Sport Fury in 1976. It was beautiful. They took possession in April, or May, and by the time I went away to college that September somehow 60,000+ miles appeared on their car that had less than 1000 on it when they got their keys.
Somehow. But that was what I was thinking about when I was driving home tonight. See what happen when I can’t get involved in the music coming out of my speakers?
Namaste.
