Want Something Fixed? Ask for Something New
This might not be true for everyone but it works around our house. First, let me say that I drive a classic car. If you are wondering what a classic car is, it is the car you buy new, it gets old and then when you have it long enough it turns into a classic. Well, my classic started looking pretty bad with her hubcap missing and the inside so dirty that it looked like we had used if for an emergency rabbit hutch. I might add that the hubcap had been missing for two years (you can’t buy spare parts for antiques, on sale, at K-Mart.)
Getting a little tired of driving around in a junk yard reject. I said the magic words. NEW CAR. Just one afternoon of looking at new cars with those neat white stickers on the window did the trick. On Monday morning the old girl was off to the beauty shop at Purifoy’s in Fort Lupton. I can just imagine the plea to Mr. Purifoy. “Please Rollie, make it look good, Liz said the word NEW”
Well, let me tell you the plea worked. They cleaned her seats and shampooed her carpets and overhead lining. polished her chrome and hey even cleaned the stains from the thermos of internal heat. we spilled in the trunk at a cold football game last fall. Two new shoes, a new hubcap and a little new car spray behind her ears finished the job to a tea.
Now she was a lady to be proud of. For a couple of weeks. I drove long distances out of my way to avoid mud-holes, and would not let anyone eat or drink anything while in the car for fear of something being spilled. Then it started happening all over again. On the way home from Longmont on Highway 66 we hit a pothole and the new hubcap went into orbit. It was too dark to find it then, so at 6 o’clock the next morning. Paul was out climbing fences and combing fields with visions of the word NEW dancing in his head again Luckily he hit the jackpot, he found our hubcap and three others.
The next thing to happen was something new. “Clark” pushed the button on the garage door opener with the car part-way into the garage. Down came the door and off came the antenna. The top part of the antenna was hanging off the bottom part, like a straightened out clothes hanger.
And you won’t believe it, but coming home the other evening down county road 54 better known as “pothole boulevard.” the same hubcap decided to go it’s own way again. It was Amy’s turn to climb the fence and retrieve it this time.
Let’s see now, I have to remember where I saw that pretty new blue car with the straight antenna and four locked on hubcaps. The next time it’s my turn to climb the fence. and I’m too old.
