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headlight shape, etc. Today you can’t tell what’s coming at you; at least to me they all basically look alike.

D Do you remember the Nash, the car with reclining front

seats? For a while they were banned from our drive-in theater because some folks thought they were set up for hanky-panky. My mom thought for sure that if I went out with anyone in a Nash my virtue might be at risk. Dad didn’t make her feel any better when he said that all teenaged girls were at risk. Now most car seats recline. Then there was the Studebaker with its kind of

sleek exterior. For some reason I never did like them. But they, along with the Nash, have passed into car history. I really liked the look of the Edsel but folks said they were lemons. A couple survived for several years on the Iron Range and I saw one parked in a garage on a back road not too long ago when we were home. My favorite strange looking car with an unlucky

name was the Gremlin. I don’t know who the genius was who thought that up. One of the synonyms for that word is ‘jinx’ or ‘malfunction.’ It seems to me they didn’t last too long so maybe they lived up to their name. We had a Corvair that I hated. Its transmission

was either 4 or 5 five on the floor. Driving it to the grocery store was an exercise in futility as it whined and screeched as I pushed the stick back and forth. I never could get the darn thing into high gear. I also hated being in the passenger seat on the highway passing a semi as I stared at the lug-nuts in their wheels. Scary. When the husband did not show up to pick me up

after a class in Duluth in the middle of winter, I didn’t know what happened to him. Someone gave me a ride home and I paced the floor for an hour before he showed up. The Corvair’s gas pedal stuck and the brakes malfunctioned. He was buried up to the windshield in a snow bank. Thank goodness he wasn’t on one of Duluth’s steep hills. Within two days the car was gone. Sound familiar? Do you remember retread tires? We had a used Pontiac, a comfortably big

4 door with lousy tires. Those were the days when money was very scarce. We bought retreads and went through a time of carrying three spares out of necessity as on one trip from Duluth to Chisholm we had three flat tires. That was also the car that got up close and personal with a deer on Highway 53. What


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phones are a good invention for an emergency on the road. It’s just a shame that so many of their users think that cars are an extension of the comfort of their living room. Some of them who talk while driving are a hazard to public safety. It’s nice to know that when we come upon an accident we can dial 911 to help them, even though they might be the responsible party causing the crash. I’d better stop now before I go off on a tangent. Cars are changing, though. Nothing is more distinctive than the shoe box on

wheels, the Smart Car. Or the lime green and bright orange colors that help raise visibility of autos big and small. It kind of reminds me of the 70s when avocado green and orange where considered fashionable for furniture. That’s a whole other story.-PPP

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Winging It Memory Lane

o you remember the time when cars had distinctive designs? You could tell what they were as they approached you on the highway with their fancy grillwork, or

a terrifying feeling to watch a deer slide up the hood stopping with its hoofs just inches from the windshield, her eyes as big as saucers. Mine were too. The deer wasn’t dead and it was hunting season. Lots of traffic but nobody

stopped for quite a while. The husband hated to watch it suffer, but someone finally stopped and put it out its misery then found a Highway Patrol car to help us out. I still get spooked at dusk if we’re on the road. The husband drives and I ride shotgun sweeping both sides of the highway with my eyes. Ah, the good old days. I think I prefer today’s cars with airbags and seatbelts. Cell

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