“I believe this is an early seventies Dodge.”
The old guy’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes on both counts.” He smiled. “Tell me about your old car.”
“Well, I only had it for a couple of years. I used it to transport supplies for my sales job before moving here. I traded it in for a newer more reliable car before winter.”
“Shoot, you women and your descriptions of cars.” He shakes his head. “If you traveled that far, you probably had adventures or at least made repairs.”
“You mean like getting stuck in a freak ice and snow storm in Tennessee. The snow piled as high as the back bumper before it finally stopped. Or, do you want to know about it dying at stop signs? I’d have to get out and jab a screw driver in the carburetor to hold it open so I could re-crank it.”
Cupping his chin between thumb and index finger, he nodded. “Yeah, stuff like that. You know when I got this car it had Iowa plates.”
“Iowa? That’s where I drove mine from.” He raised those gray caterpillar-like eyebrows again.
He frowned. “Do you think this is your old car?”
“Don’t know. If so, it sure looks better than when I owned it.” Wanting to satisfy my own curiosity, I walked around the car and then sat down behind the steering wheel. That’s when I noticed the wood console sitting over the hump between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s. Grandpa had made that for me. I rubbed it to make sure it was real. I looked at him astonished. “This is my old car.
“You see this wood console with the AM/FM stereo and cassette player? My grandpa made this. He said it would be too much trouble, and quite a shame to tear up the car to install a modern radio.”
He nodded. “Yep, it came with the car. At least you didn’t demand to get that back.” He laughed and I smiled.
“Hey, why don’t I buy you a coffee or something and you can tell me all about this beauty. I’d love to know more about this particular car’s history.”
We sat down at a nearby picnic table under a shade tree. He introduced himself as Curtis Jackson. Then bought me a coffee and cookie in exchange for my stories. Before we parted ways, we friended each other on social media. He told me to stay in touch so I could come visit my old car anytime I missed ‘her’.