Leon Was Our Test Pilot

Published: Thursday, March 28, 2013 at 08:52 AM.


I learned to drive on a 1960 Chevrolet. If you can believe this, it was even longer, wider and heavier than the one Leon destroyed! I tried so hard to be extra careful with it. I didn’t worry about backup cameras; if I could see anything behind me…..I didn’t pull in! I would park it only where there were acres on either side. I don’t know about handling and style, but I guarantee you it would out run a late freight when you got her wound up. That thing took to the open road like your Aunt Hattie May’s honey bees gathered to the wild blackberry blossoms. 

It didn’t have any cup holders. But that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We’d keep our cokes on the tray provided by Frank’s Dairy Bar. Charlotte would have to lean in close to get hers. It was a little embarrassing at first but I quickly got used to it. A modern day elaborate console between bucket seats would have been a definite drawback!

It, thank the good Lord in Heaven, did not have GPS either! You with me here? Charlotte and I turned down some roads that it wasn’t anybody’s business where we were. We didn’t need some giant eye in the sky spying on us! Just think what would have happened if some machine had turned our location in to her daddy? Listen, Dwayne Melton was bigger than John Wayne and rougher than a stucco bathtub! Had he found us out on the Hinkledale Road, you wouldn’t be reading this epistle today!

Daddy traded that Chevy in for a newer Buick that actually did have air condition.  He thought it was a giant step forward. I’m not sure though. It’s hard to measure when you start trading comfort…….for memories.



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