End of an era

This was a sad week in my family as my father had to part with his 1973 Plymouth Duster. This car had been with my family since before I was born and I always remember him driving it. It had so many quirks and "personality". There was a period of time where the passenger side door wouldn't latch properly and if you took a corner too fast it would fly open. I remember my sister and I would have to hold on to the door for dear life to make sure we didn't fall out too. The interior lights didn't work but would still charge, so one weekend I was home alone with access to the wheels that had a dead battery because I "left" the lights on. It was totaled once when our neighbor backed into it. Dad banged the dents out and it was back on the road.

This was the car I came home from the hospital in. I learned how to drive in this car. It travelled around with our family all over the country to our different duty stations. People remembered my Dad for his car. It was a no frills mode of transportation for my Dad too and from work. He sacrificed alot in comfort, aesthetics and perhaps at times safety to make sure that they always had vehicles that he never had to make payments on.

I never thought I would be so nostalgic about this car, but it was such big part of our lives. We used to take it to Sonic every year for its birthday because it made it another year. My Dad work on it so much and in the last few months it developed some major problems that he wasn't able to fix nor was it feasible to have someone else do it. I am so proud that he was able to keep it for as long as he did and the lesson that he taught us in keeping it. Thanks Dad!!