I was born near Detroit, Michigan around the middle of the 20th century. I remember cars that were huge and lumbering and no one cared that they got about 9 miles to the gallon.
Above, an example: a 1971 Pontiac Catalina. Cars were big and sprawling. In those days, my dad bought a brand new car every two years or so. People changed cars like seasonal clothes or high fashion: the latest style, the latest color.
Growing up in Michigan, home to the Big Three automakers, everyone was encouraged to buy cars. Buy them often.
In those days, you could claim your car loan interest payments on your itemized deductions on your taxes.
Even today, there is some sentiment that buying a car supports America. At least, here in Michigan, where I have landed once again.
Only, the Big Three aren't so big anymore.
Once, I even fancied a sports car myself. I rather liked the Jaguar. It sounded exotic; and I even spent some time in one in the late 70s.
Of course, in those days, a gallon of gas was about $0.30. Yes, that's right, about thirty CENTS.
Not like today. Gas prices, and the lines outside of the "cheap" stations, are enough to inspire road rage in a Quaker.
Nowadays, my dream transportation has changed.
I want something reliable. I want something that doesn't cost me an arm and a leg to acquire or to drive (see above).
My dad bought a brand new car every couple of years. I, on the other hand, have bought just ONE brand new car in 35 years of driving. I buy my cars used-- excuse me, "previously owned" and drive them until they won't drive no more.
My real dream car these days is a solar powered super silent super fast hovercraft.
That's affordable.
Is that too much to ask?
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