Seemed no one ever fixed their cars. You just drove them til they died.
My brother had a car and the whole transmission fell out on the highway to Boston during morning rush hour. It made the news.
Another brother had a truck that wouldn't back up.
My mother had a car that the battery constantly died. I was 10 and using jumper cables to start the car regularly.
I would hate traffic like that!! Ours isn't too horrid. Gosh Jerry, I thought you lived in a small town.
That was another one, Mary, dead batteries. Used to park on a hill, so I could jump start it. It was easy to do that with a manual transmission, not as easy with an automatic.
I had the hood fly up on one of my junkers, while driving on 295. I had to look out the drivers window to see where I was going. I made it to a junkyard, found another hood, removed the broken hood, put on the new one and away I went. The junk yard owner laughed through the whole thing.

gosh!! I feel fortunate. My first car was a Pinto. I was great! I loved that little car.
Yuck! I wouldn't like that Jerry. I hate traffic and crowds. I prefer the country. If it wasn't for Bruce that's where I would live. The county is the farthest out I could get him.




, dear. Have a good night and remember, I may not be here tomorrow night. CUL RM




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