I got my first car when I was 15 years old. It was a gift. A payment of sorts from my dad, whom I went to work for almost daily, but somehow never managed to get on the payroll. According to dad, my payment was a ‘roof over my head, 3 meals a day, and spending money on the weekends‘ …. not a bad deal really. In fact, based on the quality and quantity of work dad received from me, I’m not exactly going out on a limb when I say that I definitely got the better end of that deal. Thanks, Dad!
When I got married nearly eighteen years ago, I was a car salesman. For the first few years of my marriage I sold new and used Chrysler minivans, Plymouth Prowlers, Jeep Wranglers, and Dodge trucks. For *almost* the entire eighteen years of my marriage, we’ve always had two cars. Usually they were new’ish, often leased.
I guess you can say that I am a car guy….err, was a car guy. A year ago I traded my car keys for a bus pass when my car finally kicked the bucket and and I didn’t replace it.
For the past twelve months we’ve been operating as a one car, six person family.