I have this friend in Texas, Art, that said his dad once drove a car that he had built from junkyard parts. My friend said he was embarrassed to see his dad going down the street driving it. But his dad had a great comeback line: "It gets me to where I want to go."
The picture you see at the top of my blog is, (not the pick-up truck--you see here...but at start of my blog) well it was one of the love's of my life. It is a 1959 Corvette. It is also pictured on the cover of my book Just Some Thoughts. I still have dreams, thoughts about it. Through various factors in the spring of 1964 just a few weeks before I graduated college I was able to get this car. That's a story for another time.
During most of the years I was in college I drove an old junker of a car. A 1954 Chevrolet four door faded painted robin egg blue with white top. One or two hub caps missing and the gears would grind when shifting. My last year of school this car faded really fast. It had the glass out on the passengers side of the car and the heater did not work.
One night while I was at a ballgame I came back to find that the car had been sideswiped by a hit and run driver with damage on the drivers side. Now one of the doors would not open so you would have to crawl over a seat or slide thru a window to get in the car. It was truly a mess. And if you sat in the passengers seat you best watch where you put your feet, as you could see the ground from a hole in the floor board. What a way to travel.
In fact about a week before I got the Corvette a man that knew my dad who worked at a coal mine, said to my dad, "I need a cheap car, that runs decent but is a piece of junk to drive to my work. Cars there have to sit outside and they get fifty from all the coal dust." My dad immediately said to him, "I got just the car for you, I know where you can fill that need right now. "My son's car." The man bought my old '54 Chevy for the sum total of $50 dollars. A few weeks later my dad saw the man, "How's the car doing" my dad asked. "Hey just great it is getting me back and forth to work, you described it aptly, it is a piece of junk but it gets me there."
You know I think more of us would be better off if we had a similar attitude about a lot of matters. My friends father knew the first objective that was needed in his life from a car. The chief purpose a vehicle, a car, truck or cycle is to get one from point A to to point B. My friends dad knew such.
We all need to learn what's the chief purpose ...of many things that come into our lives.
November 9, 2017