If Cars Could Talk

Yesterday, while parking my car near the lake downtown, I saw a 57 Chevy that looked to be in mint condition. Someones pride and joy I am sure. Old cars can really bring back old memories. That 57 Chevy reminded me of some of my wilder days that I just as well forget. It also reminded me of something that happened years ago while I was working on my brothers used car lot.
One day, an elderly Hispanic man came in with a twenty-plus years old station wagon. He said it was still running pretty good, but with the constant repairs , he had decided to get something newer and smaller and more reliable. He had raised his large family in that old car, but it was just him and his wife now and he didn't need a wagon anymore.
He picked out a car and as we did the paper work, his old car was pulled around to the back of the lot and parked next to the others that were waiting to make their final trip to a wrecking yard.
The paperwork being finished, I escorted the new owner to his new ride. I explained some of the conveniences that he had not had on his old car. He thanked me and as I walked back into the office, he was backing his new car out of the lot.
I finished up the paperwork and made a key-tag for the old trade-in. I stepped out of the office and was surprised to see that the car I had just sold, had not driven off, but was parked near the old car I had just taken in trade. The owner was out there standing next to his old car. I walked over and asked if there was anything else I could help him with. He shook his head and looked at me smiling , he sighed, and said “ If that old car could talk”.

I could say the same thing about every car I ever owned.