Where and when I'm from most families had a single car and a male relative who knew how to keep it running. Cars were essential machines. Fixing them was a priority. Talking about cars over coffee, de rigeur. Visiting meant aunts in the house with my mom; uncles and my dad outside under the hood. Even bedtime stories could be about underdog car makers. Cars were defining characters in my growing up, sometimes more so than their drivers.Manual from www.cars4books.com
I was thinking something along these lines the other day - my Grandma was showing me a photo album of all the family cars going back to the 30's. Every shot had it's proud (male) owner posed with it wearing a big goofy grin or trying to look really cool. She had a story or a comment about many of the cars.
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