by Bobby McCarthy
Copyright (c), 2003, My Daily Driver -- All Rights Reserved
The Car I drive was built in 1971. Although my car was not built during the summer of love,
images of hippies, Saigon and the Doors do come to mind. Occasionally, a song will come on the radio
that was a hit in 1971 and I am instantly propelling down the road in a time capsule. Just because I
choose to drive a thirty-year-old car doesn't mean I'm not a modern guy. I still keep in touch with
current events and the latest rock music. But like I said, it is a special moment to have hit song
from 1971 tune in on my original AM radio. Today, practically every new car ad on TV features an old
hit song. When I catch one of these ads, I am puzzled. To me there is no association between Born
to be wild and front wheel drive. Now, I can still spot the difference between '64 and a '65 GTO just
by the grille, but I for the life of me, I cannot distinguish between the manufactures of today's autos.
While there is a lot to be said for tune-ups every 100,000 miles and side-air bags, but man, the
"pod" look is just not for me.
Twenty different microprocessors analyzing data and instantaneously adjusting key components to
compensate for road conditions is a modern marvel. Really. But I personally enjoy lumbering down the
road with manual breaks and sort-of power steering. I just love the feel of my old car. Oh, where was
I, oh yeah that's right, propelling down the road in a time capsule listening to LA Woman.
I pulled in town about an hour ago. Took a look around to see which way the wind blow. Oh, wait, I
pulled in to an auto parts about second ago. Took a look around for something to make the vinyl top
glow.
Yeah, some of the folks who drive these classic, vintage, antique or just plain "old" cars
will tell you they used to be a roadie for Lynyrd Skynyrd. Others will tell you they were born before
the build sheet was. That being said, every dent, scratch and stain of these old cars has a story.
Whether or not Janis really did spill her Margarita in your '69 AMX really doesn't matter. The stories
that all these "old" cars have to tell are worth listening to. Speaking of listening, Radar
Love just came on my radio, gottta go.

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