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Into the Inevitable

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The Dodge mentioned below. A loyal friend.

At the big dairy farm a few miles down the road, I pass the dying Holstein. I know she’s dying because she’s been lying in the barnyard for a week or more, bucket of water at her side, small pile of baleage at her nose. I’ve yet to see her on her feet, and a cow that’s been down for a week is a cow that’s likely never to stand again. Besides, I can see how the flesh is melting away from her spine. It protrudes more and more with each of my passings. She does not seem in distress, and I cannot help but wonder about the way of slow death in this animal, of the possibility of passing thoughts and feelings and what memories and stories might be attached. Or if it just feels like a body wasting away, legs or will too weak to stand, the good feed no temptation at all, head hanging heavier and lower by the day, as if leading the way into the inevitable.

The comments relating to my recent post on driving with my son got me reminiscing. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for cars and especially trucks (motorcycles, too, come to think of it). And truthfully, I’ve always like driving. Or liked it enough, anyway.

My first car was a 1980 VW Rabbit that had belonged to my mother. I bought it off her for the princely sum of $200. It was baby-shit tan, fuel injected, with a four-speed manual transmission. A little terror of a car, frankly. I drove it like the she-devil it was until I happened into a head-on collision with my friend Trevor (he coming to visit me, me going to visit him; I’m pretty sure I wrote about this a while back, it’s a funny story, thought it might not have been), and the damn thing never ran right again. It’d still go down the road, but was at least 50% down on power, and no one could figure out what was wrong.

A series of VW Beetles followed. The one I drove the most was a ’74 that had a bad fuel pump, so Trevor and I rigged up a gas can in the back seat with gravity feed to the Weber carb. Worked pretty good; I just had to be real thoughtful about the butts of the clove cigarettes I favored at that point in my life. The car also lacked operational floor brakes, but the cable-driven emergency brake worked just fine, so I drove with one hand on the wheel, and the other alternating between the e-brake handle and the stick shift. And the boom box in the rear seat, right next to the gas can. Got a good year out of that rig. I think that was the one Trevor and I painted with the name of our nascent carpentry/odd jobs business: Troglodyte Construction. You should have hired us. We worked hard and real cheap.

Somewhere in there mixed with the Beetles I had a ’75 Cadillac with a 501 under the hood. A real boat. Like my Mother’s old Rabbit, I bought it for $200, which was a big step up from the $75 I paid for the aforementioned Beetle. The Caddy had what I think was a blown head gasket, and a bad alternator, so for the summer I owned it I was rather limited in range. I’d wake up, install the battery that had been on the charger overnight, drive to my construction job (mysteriously, Troglodyte had failed to take off), add water, pull the battery and put it on the charger, and do the whole thing in reverse come quitting time.

Then I had a Buick LeSabre I named Putris. Fast, that car was. Had a 350, I believe, but seemed faster than that. I outran a cop in it, or dodged him, at least. I was going real quick on a main road, probably had something on me that maybe I shouldn’t have, and he was coming the other way. Turned on his siren and swung around, and I hit the next right hand onto a gravel road and just put it down. My hands shaking like crazy on the wheel, trying to not look in the rearview mirror too much; I was either going to slip him or not. Which I did. I’m not proud of this, but it’s true. I didn’t always make the best choices as a kid. Probably still don’t, come to think of it. Though these days I generally try to avoid criminality.

A bit later, I got a sweet little Mazda pick-up. Two-wheel drive. Stick shift. My first rig that cost more than $500. I think it was $3k, and my dad put $3k in an account as collateral against a bank loan. And when I paid off the loan, he let me keep the $3k. Totally unexpected. I’ll never forget that (sons, if you’re reading this, don’t get any ideas).

What else? Oh, yeah, a ’78 Subaru I bought from Trevor’s dad. A $400 rig if memory serves. Stick shift, had to pull a little lever to engage 4WD. Motor blew within a month or two, but not before Trevor and I took it jumping a time or two.

Dodge D100, circa 70-something. Three on the tree. This is what Penny and I built our first house with, and improbable as it seems, I think we might’ve paid $200 for this one, too. Bi-color. Blue and green with just a smidge of pink. Two-wheel drive. Loved that truck like all get out.

Later, a series of Subarus. Not my favorite cars, to be honest. They drive great, but parts are crazy expensive, and they eat head gaskets like nobody’s business. Oh, and wheel bearings; they’re bonkers for wheel bearings. Gas mileage is pretty marginal, too. Still. Nothing like a Subaru on a Vermont gravel road in winter.

Other rigs: Numerous Ford F250’s. Like four of them, at least. One F350 Powerstroke, the only diesel. A real nice early 90’s Chevy K3500 with a 454 and stick shift. Awesome truck, though wicked thirsty. 8 mpg on a good day. Just in the past couple years, I’ve traded trucks a couple times, and actually done ok. Had a really nice ’90-ish F250 I sold for $1000 more than I paid for it, then a newer Dodge Ram I drove for a year and recently sold for exactly what I paid for it. It doesn’t always work out that way, of course, but it’s nice when it does. Makes up for the lesser deals.

Now have a ’04 F250 with the V10 and a really nice flatbed. Tows way better than the Dodge, which is why I got it. It’s a Lariat edition with these crazy-comfy leather seats that adjust in a gazillion directions. Plus a pretty fantastic plow. The car is a Kia Soul. It’s a pathetic little rig that can barely hold 70 on the highway, but I sorta like it because it looks ridiculous, was cheap, gets amazing gas mileage, is a stick, and has been reliable as a brick.

If this weren’t getting so long, I’d write about my motorcycles, too. But it is, and there were lots of those, so that’ll have to wait for another day.

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One of my favorite motorcycles, a Honda XL125. If I crouched down real low, I could almost hit 60. I traded it for a DR350 that I subsequently rode straight into the emergency room.

13 thoughts on “Into the Inevitable”

    1. I agree, poor cow. ‘Can’t believe that the farmer would put it down, dig a hole, and bury it if it is that sick.

  1. Dang that’s a long list, though I think I’ve got you beat with 22+ cars passing through my name and I’m only 31. Glad you made out with the early 90s Ford. It was a good deal as I remember and I wondered how it was hauling your digger, but didn’t ask.

    1. These are only the ones I remembered off the top of my head… there’s been at least as many more, I’m sure. Though I’ve slowed down on the rig flipping in my old age. Yeah, that Ford was great, really loved it, but didn’t tow worth a damn. Shoulda known.

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  2. It seemed to me like I had never seen so many Subarus in my life as in Vermont. Well, maybe Colorado is a runner up. 🙂 I love the photo of the kiddo on the motorcycle, the way he is looking down and the way his knee is sticking out through the hole. Reminds me of me at that age. 🙂

    1. Yep, the 2.2 was a good motor. I should’ve clarified that it’s the 2.5 that’s the real headache. Of course, it’s getting real hard to find a decent 2.2 anymore… they’re all rusted to heck, at least in this neck of the woods.

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  3. That’s a lotta cars! Adam’s thinking about getting a car right now so his aging truck can rest a little and conserve miles + gas. But he’s not really a car person so he thought of going the Subaru route because we’ve had a bunch over the years and yep, they’ve always gotten us through any amount of snow (provided they had enough clearance), sometimes better than his trucks. Then he remembers all the repairs and so-so gas mileage… we want to love them, but our bank account doesn’t seem to.

    Your current truck sounds like a useful find (flatbed!).

    Kinda hope that motorcycle list is forthcoming.

    1. OK this is starting to feel like Car Talk! I would not recommend Subaru. They have a higher price point and Toyota and Honda are really reliable cars for (a little) less $$. For example, I have had such good experience with Hondas. I just sold my 04 Honda CRV 4WD to my mechanic for $400. At 300,001 (I kid you not) it cracked a head gasket. My daughter still has my previous Honda and it’s somewhere around 250K with very little repair or problems.

  4. Haha! The comments regarding Subarus made me laugh out loud. Three weeks ago head gaskets finally gave out on my old Outback (had been smoking like crazy and guzzling oil for two years prior to that).
    Hands down, one of my favorite vehicles was the Chevy Chevette on which I learned to drive a stick. Had a red 70s interior that had sun faded to an odd purple color. So much rust through the floorboards that you could watch the road go by. Nothing a couple of cookie sheets under the floor mats didn’t fix.

    1. Oy vey is mir! I had a Chevette. We called it the Sh–tette. What a bucket of bolts! My favorite was a VW bug pre Beetle stick shift that my dad fixed up for me. When I went to college I was on foot or riding a bicycle until I was 27 and then I got an old Toyota Corolla wagon for $20 bucks. Boy, did that piece of junk and me go places! Cars!

  5. For you Subaru fans, Ford made an Outback knock-off for a couple of years that they called the Freestyle from 2005 thru 2007 and the Taurus X from 2008 thru 2009. Now bad cars.

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