My wife drives a 1988 Mercedes Benz. I don't know the make or model, it is sort of black with tan leather interior. It replaced the 1978 Toyota Station Wagon she drove for over 25 years. The Toyota (we don't name our cars) was pretty reliable and always took us wherever we wanted to go. We have hauled hay in it, took the chickens to the vet in it, my daughters to soccor practice and an occasional movie and a date. It was an accident finding the Mercedes, I wasn't even looking for a "new" car. It was in the parking lot of the business where I get my metal work painted with a "for sale" sign in the window. I didn't even notice it.
Most Americans love their cars, tend them carefully, wash them often, drive them for show, park them in heated garages, and treat them better than their lovers. I don't even know one car from another. I would be a horrible witness at a bank robbery, couldn't describe the getaway car at all. I don't know one year or model from the next. The truth is I don't even see them. I can drive down the street and you could quiz me about any iron work or art or construction sites I might have passed but don't ask me about the cars. I just wouldn't know.
What I expect from a car is that it will start, start every single time and get me to where I want to go. I want that and I don't want to be a slave to it. The continuous insurance payments are bad enough, I don't want the car payments also. That is slavery to me, indentured servitude, a promise of my future labor far into the future. I like working because I want to, not because I have to.
I was with a friend and he saw the Mercedes, black with tan leather interior. It had 67,000 miles on it.
When it was new it cost $75,000. I can't even imagine that. For a car? People drive these fancy cars for show, a sign of accomplishment, sign of success. Maybe it is, for that twenty minute ride they want to be really comfortable. It is a pretty incredible car I ended up buying it, just like that, on the spur of the moment, no test drive or anything. $5,000 bucks!
I have decided that cars are not an extension of one's personality but a chance to isolate yourself from the world, from everything else, and maybe even from yourself. This car is a dream. It is more comfortable than my bed and far more powerful than any shop equipment I own. Power and comfort and hundreds of conveniences for that twenty minute ride. It will easily go 100 miles per hour and it seems like forty The seats are heated, can you imagine that? and adjustable with a toggle switch, it is like an airplane. They go up and down and back and forth and angles I have not discovered. The headlights have their own windshield wipers! and the outside mirrors are heated and it has environmental controls, each seating area with its own heating and cooling! The radio is some kind of surround sound, I thought I was in the very center of the orchestra. There are a lot of knobs and buttons I haven't tried yet.
It is a little extravagant and embarrassing and when people see it I am always explaining that I bought it for $5,000. I thought I would tell you too.
My Website, what I do, is Here.
Most Americans love their cars, tend them carefully, wash them often, drive them for show, park them in heated garages, and treat them better than their lovers. I don't even know one car from another. I would be a horrible witness at a bank robbery, couldn't describe the getaway car at all. I don't know one year or model from the next. The truth is I don't even see them. I can drive down the street and you could quiz me about any iron work or art or construction sites I might have passed but don't ask me about the cars. I just wouldn't know.
What I expect from a car is that it will start, start every single time and get me to where I want to go. I want that and I don't want to be a slave to it. The continuous insurance payments are bad enough, I don't want the car payments also. That is slavery to me, indentured servitude, a promise of my future labor far into the future. I like working because I want to, not because I have to.
I was with a friend and he saw the Mercedes, black with tan leather interior. It had 67,000 miles on it.
When it was new it cost $75,000. I can't even imagine that. For a car? People drive these fancy cars for show, a sign of accomplishment, sign of success. Maybe it is, for that twenty minute ride they want to be really comfortable. It is a pretty incredible car I ended up buying it, just like that, on the spur of the moment, no test drive or anything. $5,000 bucks!
I have decided that cars are not an extension of one's personality but a chance to isolate yourself from the world, from everything else, and maybe even from yourself. This car is a dream. It is more comfortable than my bed and far more powerful than any shop equipment I own. Power and comfort and hundreds of conveniences for that twenty minute ride. It will easily go 100 miles per hour and it seems like forty The seats are heated, can you imagine that? and adjustable with a toggle switch, it is like an airplane. They go up and down and back and forth and angles I have not discovered. The headlights have their own windshield wipers! and the outside mirrors are heated and it has environmental controls, each seating area with its own heating and cooling! The radio is some kind of surround sound, I thought I was in the very center of the orchestra. There are a lot of knobs and buttons I haven't tried yet.
It is a little extravagant and embarrassing and when people see it I am always explaining that I bought it for $5,000. I thought I would tell you too.
My Website, what I do, is Here.
