My first car was a Rambler Classic 550. It was great. I didn’t appreciate it. I totaled it. More on that later.
I bought it with only 50,000 miles on it from an older couple (my age now) who literally only used it to go to church on Sunday and back. For some reason, they neglected to tell me that the seats could be reclined to make a bed. I drove it a year before someone told me this.
The car needed very little maintenance. I learned this the hard way by the cars I drove after my Rambler.
Years after I wrecked it, my sister introduced me to her new boyfriend. The conversation went to cars. I told him where I drove my beloved Rambler for the last time eight years earlier. “Wait,” he said, “Was it pulling out of (he named the road)?”
Because it was. Because he and his friend, in a nearby vehicle, saw me turning my head left, then right, then left, before making a left turn with nowhere near enough time to clear the oncoming car. Because they said “This dumb b***h is going to pull out and never forgot how dumb that b***h was. Because he ended up marrying my sister:
I’ve had to hear the story at every family gathering for the last 40 years! – Claudia (New Jersey)
Cynthia Lopinto
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