Every car I have owned has been named Betsy. It is
a tradition started by my step-dad, Walter “Buck” Thomas, after my parents
bought me my first car in 1973. It was
an Orange and Black Chevrolet Nova. I
will never forget that day. My mom kept
sending me outside to do get stuff.
About the third time, I finally noticed a car sitting in the driveway
with a BIG RED BOW on top. Lord, I
almost lost my mind. It was the best
graduation gift ever! I ran in the house
hugged everyone, got the keys and took off.
I picked up my friend Debra then headed over to Wanda’s house and picked
her up. We rode around until the tank was on empty. It wasn't until later I got back home that someone pointed out I had on house shoes!
My step-dad taught me how to take care of a car. He told me I should change my oil every 3,000
miles, he would say “Don’t forget to change Betsy’s oil”. He bought me a tire pressure gauge, and I
can still hear him saying… “Pam check your tires, Betsy’s back left tire needs
some air”. I loved that car. She was the first Betsy of many.
My next car came during my Charlie’s-Angels-Farrah-Fawcett
phase. I had the hairdo, so I needed the
car - it was a Mercury Cougar (Check out this old Mercury Cougar Commercial). Next, I had an old raggedy Fiat (or as they use to say “Fix It Again Tony”),
then a 1980 Toyota Corolla (with no air condition) which was OK until I moved from Oakland to Houston. In 1985, when my son was old enough to voice that he was HOT(!!!) I traded in the Toyota for a Chevrolet Nova with air (that was a joint venture between General Motors and Toyota); a
1989 Toyota Mini Van; a 1999 Mercury Villager (that is still running, my mom
has it); and finally my 2003 Lincoln Aviator.
I purchase my last Betsy in December 2002 from Texas City
Lincoln Mercury, which was then owned by my good friends Don L and Wanda
Wolfe. It was the first Aviator sold
from their lot, and my darling nephew Courtney was able to get the sales
commission.
This Betsy has served me well.
This Betsy has served me well.
I was so excited when her odometer turned
over to 100,000 miles that I pulled over to take a picture. Next month she will be eleven years old and
she hasn't skipped a beat. Sometimes I
just think I am ready for a new car, and Betsy has to remind me how wonderful
it has been not to have had a car note for the past 7 years, and I quickly come
to my senses.
Is there a new Betsy in my future? Probably.
But in the meantime I am thankful that I have a dependable means of transportation.
Happy 100,000 miles Betsy, you have been a faithful
companion.