The Heavy Chevy

I don't think I have any photos of my first car.

I was in college in Eau Claire, went up to Luck for the weekend and Gus told me he had bought me a car.

I had no money, I mean NO money.  He paid $100 and I had to make payments to him to pay it off.

He helped me get some insurance and from then on, I was a car owner.

Previous to that, I was a bicycle owner.

The car was a 10 year old 1962 Chevy Impala, pale puke metallic green and it had been t-boned so the passenger door had a pretty good dent.  But it ran fine and I got around.  It had a running light in the middle of the front grill, kind of a cyclops deal.  It was kind of a boat, so I called it my heavy chevy.

I drove that car for about 5 years and then sold it to a high school kid for $100.  He was thrilled to have it and I was glad to sell it.

Today, my Vibe had to be in the dealership for some recall work. I was given a courtesy car to drive home.  

It was a 2013 Chevy Impala.  

40 years later, it's still kind of a boat, but I got around okay for the day.

I hadn't thought about my heavy Chevy for years until this morning.

Life is Good.