When
I drove a car, I never
dreamed
of some day owning a
Mercedes,
a Jaguar or Rolls
Royce.
For me, a Chevy or Ford,
as
far as price and style are con-
cerned,
seemed to suit me just fine.
I’ve
always considered living (and
driving)
in the lap of luxury as
basically
a pie-in-the-ski, hoity
toity
state of mind. You can sport
your
Porsche or Ferrari, but as for
me,
practically speaking, even
had
I the financial ability, I’d
rather
prefer a cheaper more
economically
feasible car,
one
which starts reliably when
I
turn the key, and stops on a
dime
reasonably quickly when
there
is the need. No, the flashy
pretense
of elegance and speed
in
the automotive arena are not
prerequisites
for me. I’d much
rather
have the financial ability
to
take a friend to dinner occa-
sionally.
“Damn the expense!”
I’d
tell them in a reassuring tone
of
magnanimity. “Get a side of
fries
with that. And what the hell,
have
them top that burger with a
slice
of cheese. You only live once,
and
this one’s on me. You did
drive
after all.”
Chris
Hanch 8-3-17
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