Buying My First CarA Story by Barbara WalkerThe title is self explanatory
I was seventeen years old, when I bought my first car. It was 1969. I was already a mother to a six month old daughter. Our main mode of transportation, up to this point, had been walking for me and a stroller for her. When we had doctor appointments, I always had to bum a ride. Now, I had my first income tax refund. Open road, here we come! I scanned the newspaper car ads and many were out of my price range. However, there were a few for me to call on and look at. I learned you had to call very early in the morning or they were already gone! Then, there were the ones that would take a master mechanic and more money than I had, to get them running again. Finally, one day, I saw an ad, in an obscure paper that I had never looked at before this. The ad read: 1962 Comet. Auto. Runs well. No dents. $300.00 462-xxxx Surely, it's already gone, I thought. But, being an optimist or desperate, I called. Yes! It was still available and I could come over, anytime! I begged a friend for a ride and went over, quickly. As we drove up, I saw this cute, little white car, all in one piece. So far, so good! I knocked on the front door, trying to curb my excitement. I sure didn't want anybody raising the price and truth be told, the asking price of $300.00, was $15.00 more than I had. Plus, I would need to gas it up and register it. A smiling, gray-haired man opened the door and I explained why I was there. He walked with me, out to the car, as I asked the usual questions; were the brakes good, anything wrong with the car, had it ever been in an accident? All replies were good and he suggested that I take it for a spin. I got into the car and there was no way that I could keep a smile off my face! It had a red and white interior and you could tell it had been a well-cared for vehicle. It ran like a dream and that's what I felt like I was in, a very happy dream! I wanted this car! As I returned, I tried to think of how to approach him on the price. I really didn't know how to handle it. When I pulled up, I just blurted out, "Will you take $200.00?" He answered, quickly, as if he had been waiting for this! "$250.00", he replied, with a twinkle in his eyes. "$210.00", I answered. "$225.00", he shot back. $212.50?" I said, in a small voice. That's how I purchased my first car, an automatic, 1962 white Comet, with red and white interior, runs well, no dents, for $212.50. I filled it up, registered it and still had a few cents left over!
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3 Reviews Added on July 11, 2009 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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