Bruce wrote:
> Until I met my now wife, who had higher standards than me, all my cars
> cost under $300 American. Yearly safety checks were always touch and
> go. Or touch and don't go.
I'm from the days when tires had inner tubes. I rarely had a spare
tire, maybe never. I drove cross country many times with bald
tires and no spare. Get a flat and hitchhike to the nearest gas
station for a $2.00 inner tube. I was not very responsible. But
those were my own cars, my own business. Driving the cab
was different. You don't want one breakdown after another. They
can ruin your night. I drove for a variety of guys in L.A. One was
a young kid who owned a station wagon. He was very flexible.
Easy to deal with. That's because he didn't care. If something
went wrong he'd take forever to fix it. I had a flat one time and replaced
it with the only thing he had in his trunk - a donut tire. They are
designed just to get you through the night. I drove it for a week
before he finally got around to putting a real one on there. He was
very lax. That paid off for me in some ways, in others not so much.
Several times during my shift I'd be told by the dispatcher, "No more
calls for you tonight, your owner did not pay his weekly radio dues."
But I'm not complaining. If it were really that bad I'd have made a
change. And eventually I did. I never paid over $100 for a car. But
that was in the late 60s and early 70s when you could get a good
15 or 20 year old car for $50. When I was 20 I didn't even work and
owned two cars - a 48 Plymouth and a 59 Studebaker Lark station
wagon. When I was 21 I moved to L.A. and had to decide which car
to take. I went with the station wagon. Didn't matter, I don't think
I ever owned a car that lasted more than a year, 2 at the most. If
something went wrong and I couldn't find anyone to fix it, that was
it, it would sit on the street till it was towed away. There was a
certain freedom to it.