Not even back then would I have thought that a two-tone Ford of questionable worth was the true answer. But the price was right- i.e. a trade, a handshake. A “..don’t even try to question any problem you have down the road” proved to be the glue for this avenue on life’s crooked road.
Sure, I could have pulled that pop-up trailer to
Cape Cod and back with my two door Pinto but what would I do with the family. I mean the savings would have been absorbed in the bus tickets needed to keep us together. So the Ford proved to be the answer (stop-gap arguments aside). And then after its splendid performance it became in time a footnote to our reality. Maintenance notwithstanding, this was a friggin steal. It was the largest car (American made) that I had ever owned. The ride was smooth (albeit angst loaded) solid and cheap.
Did I mention cheap? No payments- okay, okay: brakes, transmission, and electrical problem aside I’m sure I kept payments under $350 a month. (In 1985 by the way) and it was never one lump sum, it was more like $90 per week until its demise. The $50 cart-off fee was reasonable and not unappreciated. So you see I had this beauty for 2-3 years for under 4 grand (not a lot under)- What can I say?
My only regret is that I didn’t keep the Volvo wagon (sans engine) and put some siding on it with a half-bath and live in it for the interior was roomy. But it wasn’t a Ford and it wasn’t blue.