History by Auto

HarleyDad has determined to write "True Tales of HarleyDad and His Autos." As I look back on my own history, I find a piece of my life can be told in connection with the cars that I have owned. My choice of autos has had its limitations and those limitations have often been associated with my pocket book--but by more than just the pocket book.

A basic issue of my personality has always been the tension between the choice of a van (for the greater good of the family and mankind at large) or THE SPORTS CAR!

But not just any sports car-sports cars that never break down.

Due to my love for adventure, I have often loss the high calling of the van for the greater good-to the little sportscar. I have been lured by the hopes of speed and adventure. Thus in autos I have often chosen the low road rather than the less adventurous and more altruistic highroad.

Sports cars have often woven into various parts of my life. Finally, I have given up the sports car for the more adventurous, and even more impractical, Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

Moreover, I have been "blessed" with a series of most strange, wondrous and outrageous car stories of any person alive; and I think I can prove it.

My history, as the history of many American men, can be told in an on-going stream of car choices, and perhaps a monument of rusted metal is one of the more telling monuments (or tombstones) of modern man. My monument of rusted metal is particularly high. But in this rusted metal, lie some of the most interesting stories of my life. I hope to have the opportunity to share with you in coming days some of the autos that I have owned (or that have owned me) and to tell you some of the stories of my life and the auto.

HarleyDad