The Second Hand Man

In light of the expected promotion that my father hopes to get within the next few months, he bought his first car today. My mother was thrilled, yet concerned. “Should we be counting our chickens so soon?” she had asked.

“The promotion’s a done deal. Sallinger gave me his word. And to celebrate we’re all going out for hotdogs and shakes at the drive-in.”

The sight of seeing that car again made my stomach knot. In less than a year my father will shove a piece of garden hose up its exhaust and gas himself to death.

To add to the tragic record - we never reached the drive-in. The ’52 Buick broke down on the way and had to be towed.

I could have warned them that it was going to happen, but obviously I had to keep my mouth shut about it.

According to my father, it’s gonna cost him another packet to fix due to the fact that it had been an as is deal.

It was rather strange riding in the car. Like going for a spin in a really old classic.

Something I should have mentioned a long time ago is how much I love to just stand on street corners and watch all the (old model) cars driving by. I personally believe that the late fifties and early sixties was the era of the greatest automobiles in history. Maybe they weren’t the fastest, but for just plain classy looks and style nothing will ever come close again.

This brings to mind the fact that none of the cars have central locking, ABS brakes and even though it was patented in 1951 already, we won’t see any substantial use of airbags until the seventies. One thing I’m not missing are car alarms; I always found those irritating to say the least!!!