Bodies to match their spirits.

I drive old cars. A 1997 Olds Cutlass. And a 1991 Mercury Cougar. Chances are, I’ll never own a new car again. Because I like old. Even when I had new cars, I guided them into old age.  My last new car was purchased in 1984. A Ford Escort.  Lasted for 222,000 miles. A stick shift. Same clutch. From beginning to end. Sad time when the Escort finally died. Of old, rusted age.  Became a danger to itself. On the verge of breaking in half. Anyway, my Cutlass and Cougar may last longer than me. Which is all right. Wouldn’t surprise me if they go another 20 years. I’m bringing both of ‘em in for facelifts. Their engines/hearts are still good. It’s more a case of body repairs. Better looking facades. To match their spirits. –Jim Broede