The first car I ever owned was a Midnight Blue Pontiac Tempest with the slant six which had a lot of power and was priced much cheaper than my most sought after car – the GTO. However I learned to drive on a 1954 Chevy Bel Air with a three speed on the column. It didn’t take me long to drive it right into a tree stump ending an aspiring race around the tobacco field. Geez and I was leading all the way too. Back to the Tempest. This car was in pristine shape until one night my father woke me up from a sound sleep (you know, the way teenagers are supposed to sleep – don’t wake me till noon). Well a little after midnight, more like after 2 am during the Christmas holidays I can feel someone shaking me right out of my dream and I visioned that my father was hovering over me like I had been in a deep coma (did we snore as teenagers? It’s been so long I forget). Anyway, I manage to open my eyes and realize I wasn’t dreaming at all and my father really was hovering over me. He said “Get up, someone just smashed into your car”. Of course as a teenager you never believed your parents about anything, after all they were old weren’t they? It took several minutes for me to realize my dad was telling me the truth and I got dressed and found the guy who smashed into it was right in our living room drunk out of his mind. I mean, I probably wouldn’t have been so mad if at least I had wrapped it around a tree stump (see earlier note about tree stumps). Come to find out after reviewing the wreckage the drunk guy couldn’t move away from my car (which he tried to do by the way) as his right front fender was wrapped around my left rear bumper hampering his alleged and proposed get-away. As a result of this I received a minor settlement (which wasn’t much) and I went out and bought a cheap ’62 Chevy Bel Air which didn’t even have a key (bought it for $50 which was a lot of money back in the ’60’s) so I had to leave the car in the on position. To start the run down heap I would take a screwdriver and open the hood and hit the starter to get it going. I swear I put more oil in the junk than I did gas. What was it 4G’s said? “oh, the humanity” So, what did I learn from all this? Well, for one don’t park your car on the street, don’t lose any sleep over it, and don’t buy any junk cars.
Well, can you remember what your first car was? Any good or not so good memories?
If you fall into any of the above categories here are a couple of wines to make things a bit better – but don’t drive after you had the wine.
Line 39 2009 North Coast Petite Sirah. Tobacco, clove, and black cherry aromas lead into plum, black cherry, and cassis flavors on the palate. A really nice black berry finish with a hint of mocha (I’m beginning to think this might be dessert). $9.99, 84 rating. This was served with corned beef, cabbage, and carrots.
Chateau St. Jean 2003 Sonoma County Gewurztraminer. Peach, grapefruit, and floral notes on the nose with peach and mango flavors with a smooth honey finish. $16.99, 85 rating. Paired this with angel hair pesto pasta with chicken, red and yellow bell peppers, broccoli, and yellow squash.
Esser 2009 Cabernet Sauvignon. Black cherry, clove, smoked bacon, and pepper aromas awakened the palate to subtle cherry and pepper flavors. $8.99, 83 rating. This wine was consumed as a stand alone wine, but would surmise this to go well with steaks, lamb, grilled burgers, and the like.