Do ya remember the 80's? The winged hair, the baggy knits, the football uniform shoulder pads?
Sadly, I do. Even sadder--we thought they were such an advancement over the 70's. Is it just me, or does some of the 70's look have a much fresher and recent kind of look to it? Okay, I know everything old is new again, that fashions come and go and then come again. This has got to be one of the most vicious aspects of aging--seeing the trends of one's youth flashing once again before us.
I was thinking about the '80's because I was thinking about cars I used to drive once again. During the 80's, I drove a Nissan Sentra. The first one I had was actually my first brand new car. It was a grey sedan with upholstered seats, radio and cassette tape player. I loved it. My son learned to drive in that car. It had all kinds of other bells and whistles--like a tachometer (which I never learned to use). It did have that pesky standard transmission--a problem for me, not those learning to drive. It also was not good in the winter weather, not a great feature for a car driven in Vermont. But I liked it enough to trade it for another Nissan Sentra when the time came (meaning when I was looking at yet another expensive transmission repair).
The second one was a black sedan, used. It was two years old and had 2000 miles on it. Literally, it was only driven to church on Sundays. That car was also a standard transmission, but it had no bells, no whistles. I had to put a radio in it. The dash board boasted a fuel gauge and speedometer and that's about it. My daughter learned to drive in this car. It handled like a dream. It had 102,000 miles on it when I gave it to may son in 1995. He drove it across country and around town until it had 202,000 miles when he finally traded it in.
But it wasn't a perfect car. It did have one tiny flaw. It would stop running completely at random--but anytime, anywhere. I'd be zipping down the highway and the engine would just stop running. I'd pull over with the aid of momentum and in a few minutes it would start again. Sometimes it would be weeks and weeks before it would happen again, but it always happened again--no pattern, no rhyme nor reason. As many times as I took it to the dealership and other mechanics, a problem was never found that would explain this quirk and that's the way it was til the end.
Maybe I just have bad car karma.