A mini sedan
October 28, 2011 (Friday)
In the mid-1930’s I had my own car. It was powered by pedals, had a place to sit and sported a real steering wheel. I don’t know what it cost but the Sears catalog had some for sale back then for $5.79. Those cars sell today for as much as $10,000!
We lived a number of blocks away from a grocery store, but I used to go to the store for my mother riding in my very own “muscle car” (leg muscles that is). I was convinced it was much easier than walking. I don’t know why I didn’t get run over because I loved to ride right down the middle of the street. There wasn’t a lot of traffic. In fact, I took a little tour of that street while pastoring in Houston in recent years, and, even though it now runs parallel to the North Loop 610, two blocks north of it, there still isn’t much traffic on the street.
I don’t know what happened to my little car. I suspect it sat outside and rusted away in Houston’s humidity. It’s the kind of thing one outgrows when he starts to school. A six-year-old doesn’t give a lot of time to worrying about old cast off cars. The school was only a block away from the grocery store to which I “drove.” I walked to school. There were no student parking lots in those days.
