Pride goes before a fall, or in my case before a pothole.
I should have known better than to extol the virtues of my Ford Escape, Ruby Sue. The day after my column ran, Ruby Sue and I had an inescapable encounter with one of Spokane’s meanest potholes.
The small strip of Lincoln Road that runs between Crestline and Market streets is notorious for potholes and I usually avoid it. But that Friday I was leaving later than I planned and thought I could just drive down the center of the street avoiding the worst of the potholes. But traffic turned out to be heavy that morning and with a sickening jolt, I hit a crater that’s likely visible from the moon.
Immediately, my tire pressure light flashed. I called my husband and asked his advice. He thought I could probably continue to my destination and check for damage when I arrived. While on the phone with him, Ruby Sue started pulling to the right. I was just minutes away from Derek’s office, so I drove straight there.
Good thing I did. Ruby Sue’s right front tire was flatter than the Seahawks’ hope for the playoffs next fall. Derek hauled out our spare. Guess what? It was flat, too!
Car ownership can be a pain, but in response to my previous column readers shared the joys of a sweet ride.
Mike Storms didn’t learn to drive until he was 22.
“When I was in Vietnam the Army couldn’t believe an American my age didn’t know how to drive, so they had me take a test in a deuce and a half,” he wrote. “Pretty big truck, but it had an automatic transmission.”
Turns out his bike-riding skills didn’t transfer to a big rig. He ran into a Vietnamese garbage truck in front of the motor pool.
Back in the states, he took a AAA course while in college and earned his license. His first car was a $25 1950 Chevy. He’s driven a long way in a lot of vehicles since then.
“My most recent car is a 2014 Honda Insight hybrid. I’ve had it almost a year and love it,” he said.
Lynda Gorman Parry’s 1967 GTO got her in trouble at intersections.
“How many times have I been unable to resist the urge to show some teenage guy that this ’67 GTO could still move?” she wrote.
She and her husband purchased the car right off the showroom floor in 1966 when they were fresh out of college.
But 14 years later, when she was a 35-year-old mother of three, she realized the car no longer fit her image.
Gorman said she knew it was time to get a new ride when she got tired of explaining to her daughter’s classmates on field trips that, “Yes, this GTO can reach 80 in a few seconds, but no, I’m not going to prove it on the way to the museum!
“We’ve since purchased several more practical cars, but none as memorable.”
Mary Hunter’s first car was her favorite – A 1971 Volkswagen 411. She bought it from her mom and named it Heinrich.
Heinrich took her on her first road trip, from Caspar, Wyoming, to Laramie, Wyoming.
“A beautiful sunny summer day, I will never forget that first real taste of freedom,” she recalled. “I now drive a VW Passat, which I also love, but that little 411 is still in my heart.”
Reader Jim Perez came of age in the 1950s and ’60s and developed a lifelong love of hot rods. He had a very specific car in mind for his first purchase.
“The gleam in my eye always seemed to have a reflection of a Sierra Gold and Adobe Beige, two-door hardtop 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, complete with a 283 cubic inch V-8 engine and, hopefully, a four-speed, manual transmission,” he wrote.
His plans changed when he spotted a 1956 Chevy for sale.
“For some reason, it captivated me and I wound up buying it, forgetting all about the ’57 Bel Air,” Perez said.
He and his brothers worked on the Chevy, replacing the upholstery, installing a bigger, faster engine, and some shiny chrome wheels.
“It became my pride and joy,” he said.
Perez sold the beauty for $700 when he joined the military, even though his dad had offered to store it for him, telling him he’d regret parting with it.
“It was much later in life that I came to realize that the older I got, the smarter my dad was,” Perez said.
He pined after that car for decades.
“Amongst other things, I’ve learned not to give up on dreams,” he said. “About the time I retired, I found the exact same model of ’56 Chevy as the one I had in high school.”
Perez lovingly restored it to close to its original glory.
“I still get that carefree feeling when I drive it,” he said.
I love happy endings, so I’m glad to say that Ruby Sue’s tale has one, too – an expensive ending, albeit a happy one. Thankfully, the pothole incident didn’t damage the wheel or the front end and Ruby Sue ended up getting new shoes–four of them.
Derek shrugged.
“She was going to need new tires this fall, anyway,” he said.
My ride has been restored. Now, I just need to work on my evasive driving skills until pothole season gives way to street repair season on Spokane’s mean streets.
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