My name is Tim and I love my Dad so much I try to remember all of his best stories so I can tell them to you and you can tell them to some others. Today's story is about the time my Dad traded in a Ford for a Chevy and had some whitewalls thrown in because he knew how much my mom loved whitewalls.
We used to have a Ford Galaxy 500 that my Dad liked to drive to work because it made him" feel like he had a couple of dollars in his pocket." I don't know how a Ford product makes you feel like that, but this is my Dad we're talking about and he knows a thing or two about dollars in pockets because he's probably been a thousandaire about a zillion times over. Anyway, my Dad knew when to trade a car in because all the lights would go off "like they do the first time you try to make a break for it in the prison yard." My Dad knew he wanted to trade in the 500 for the new Chevy station wagon, because he wanted to " see the world today in a chevrolet" as the song says. I guess my Dad's idea of the world is Janesville, Wisconsin because that's where we went for a weekend of fun that included a heated swimming pool, an ice machine that was only slightly colder than my Aunt Amanda, and a phone number from the girl at the front desk that my dad needed in case he wanted directions back home or something like that. The best part was my dad got a set of whitewalls thrown in for no extra charge because nobody in McHenry County wanted to be caught dead with them because the "whole place was crawling with more crackers than a soup kitchen" according to Dad.
The car lasted a whole year before the engine blew out and we had to hitch hike home from Janesville because the lady at the front desk "didn't want to play this game anymore". Whatever game that is, the only thing I know is that my Dad had a cool car, a great excuse for getting a Pontiac and another story that I could tell you all about today. Next time, my Dad gets in a fight with the neighbor and he was a she. I hope you liked this story it sure took a long time to tell.
We used to have a Ford Galaxy 500 that my Dad liked to drive to work because it made him" feel like he had a couple of dollars in his pocket." I don't know how a Ford product makes you feel like that, but this is my Dad we're talking about and he knows a thing or two about dollars in pockets because he's probably been a thousandaire about a zillion times over. Anyway, my Dad knew when to trade a car in because all the lights would go off "like they do the first time you try to make a break for it in the prison yard." My Dad knew he wanted to trade in the 500 for the new Chevy station wagon, because he wanted to " see the world today in a chevrolet" as the song says. I guess my Dad's idea of the world is Janesville, Wisconsin because that's where we went for a weekend of fun that included a heated swimming pool, an ice machine that was only slightly colder than my Aunt Amanda, and a phone number from the girl at the front desk that my dad needed in case he wanted directions back home or something like that. The best part was my dad got a set of whitewalls thrown in for no extra charge because nobody in McHenry County wanted to be caught dead with them because the "whole place was crawling with more crackers than a soup kitchen" according to Dad.
The car lasted a whole year before the engine blew out and we had to hitch hike home from Janesville because the lady at the front desk "didn't want to play this game anymore". Whatever game that is, the only thing I know is that my Dad had a cool car, a great excuse for getting a Pontiac and another story that I could tell you all about today. Next time, my Dad gets in a fight with the neighbor and he was a she. I hope you liked this story it sure took a long time to tell.
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