rt station wagon was the first car I owned. Bought from an ad in the Anchorage paper for $900 of my own money. It took me to work, to my apartment and to school. It wasn’t fancy but it was enough.
It burned oil—about a quart a month. I made sure to put a quart in every month and we got along fine.
I was buzzing around between the places I needed to go, full of freedom.
I took a road that wasn’t really a road and bottomed out the radiator. This wild patch of non-road ripped a hole and the water poured out of the radiator.
This was not good. What was I gonna do about this?
I calibrated it as quickly as I could:
If I filled up the radiator RIGHT before I drove anywhere, I had just enough water in the system to cool the engine to get to work. Just barely enough, but enough
For a few months anyway. Until the day that the whole engine seized and it was done.
That was the first car in my adult life, and I’ve learned a few things about cars and life since then.
I didn’t have much when I had that car. I had to shrink down to the head of a pin to make it all work.
I figured out pretty quickly that I don’t’ want to live small like that. I don’t want to limit myself to just barely enough. That’s a bad sign. As a brand new grown-up, I had to learn that barely enough is not enough.
It’s something I’ve had to learn over and over. Nature itself works in excess. Plants make far more seeds than get planted. Fruit trees make so much fruit it can’t all be used.
If I don’t have enough and to spare, that is not really enough. I had to buy a car that could take me further than just barely to where I needed to go.