monaco66coupe
Well-Known Member
I get teased for not driving my car much, they don't get it. I bought that car In Phoenix the week my youngest Daughter was born in March of 1985. I didn't have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out of. This car came up for sale on a Saturday in march. 1968 Charger $500.00, bad engine. I called my Mother, and told her if she didn't loan me $500.00, I was going to kill myself. She said: ok, what kind of car is it? Predictable. She didn't have much money, but she loaned it to me.The cars we have and enjoy are pieces of our living and enjoying life.
For those of us that have struggled to get what we want to play with--the question of price is kind of creepy. It means turning pleasure into cash.
Is a big pile of cash better and more fun?
Some folks are driven to make the biggest pile of cash/value possible as a life's work. In that effort -enjoying what money can buy can be set aside until later.---Exactly when does later arrive?
IMO those that say "It's not for sale" understand what enjoying what we have really means.
I paid her back a couple weeks later when I sold a Volkswagon I had for sale.
To this day, When I look at the Charger I see My Mother(now Passed) ragging at me, and my Infant Daughter now 33 and
A PHD Teaching at Cal- Davis. She has known this car her whole life.
It is a pristine example, and serves a very Important purpose. My wife told me when I kick off, every car will be sold, except the Charger. She doesn't even like cars, but we went on our first date, and got Married with our main car a dark green 68' Charger. Money in comparison means absolutely nothing.