Like most sixteen year old boys, I couldn’t wait to get that one thing that would allow me to escape,

…that would allow me to find my freedom and see the world.  Well, the streets of my small hometown anyway.  Getting one’s driver’s license is no doubt one of the most exciting things for any teenager’s life.   Mine was no different.

In 1972, it was a little different.

We didn’t have to worry about people talking on phones while driving and certainly didn’t have to worry about people texting while driving.  In 1972, the term had not even been coined yet.  The biggest thing we had to worry about was finding enough money to pay for the thirty eight cents a gallon gas to put into whatever we were able to get the keys for.  Most cars didn’t even have seat belts and certainly no shoulder harness restraints.  And air conditioning was an “option.” Continue reading “My First Car”