In the news today, gas prices reach $4.00 a gallon. It seems that the old notions of supply and demand no longer drive the economy. I never really understood much of economics anyway, but this whole speculation deal really leaves me scratching my head. I make it a point now of combining errands and working out an "always turning right" kind of route to follow. I am thinking it is time to up my number of "no car" days as well.
My first car was a used and abused old Chevy Impala that was approximately the size of the QEII. I bought it in 1968, I think. It was an automatic transmission, which was good, but it had no radio, which was really bad. I remember having to hang a transistor radio off the open ashtray on the front console. Yet, I feel free to tut-tut anyone driving around with a cell phone to his/her ear.
After my son was born, the radio was less important. I put his car seat in the middle of the front passenger seat--it literally just hooked over the back of the seat. The proximity to the driver was an important safety feature. You remember that automatic reflex of the right arm flying across the front of the baby to keep him from flying out of the car seat and through the windshield, right?
Oh, yeah...before the car seat, my son rode in a portable basket bed in the back seat--free to roll around as much as he could. At least it could be wedged between the front and back seats so the bed itself didn't roll around too much.
Seat belts? Hadn't even heard of such a thing. And what a dangerous notion anyway. How would you get out of the car if there was an accident?
The car's most notable mechanical feature was its reluctance to start. It required that I get out of the car, open the hood, remove the air filter, and bang (almost like I had a clue about what I was doing) on a flap like thing that may have had something to do with a carburetor. In my own driveway, this was manageable. It tended to be very inconvenient when I stalled out a downtown red light.
I drove that car until even hitting that flapper thing would not get it to start. It took me two years to drive that car right into the ground. Good ol' Blue.
Merely a representation, NOT the actual car that I owned!