My Dad always bought second and third hand cars, and always from the same dealer near our home. He and my brother were always working on cars in our driveway. When the dealer received a car he thought my Dad would like he'd give him a call. I remember a few times Dad getting us out of bed and taking us for a test drive. We thought it was fun trucking around town in our pyjamas.
My grandparent's car
Sometimes the car would be for Mom, and the best was when we all took a spin in what would become our first station wagon. My brothers and I slept often in that vehicle... at late-night drive-ins, at house parties my parents attended, and on long road trips. That was the vehicle Mom drove when we went to the cottage for the summer. One year my parents had bought ducks to keep at the lake and they were in a cardboard box at my brother's feet in the front seat. Every time we stopped at a light or to get gas, one of the ducks would stick his head out the hole in the top of the box and quack until we started rolling again.
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