Something Else

I was about twenty so that was about nineteen-sixty two and I had upgraded my very old Ford popular to what I considered a dream of a car.

It was a four-year old Triumph Herald which I saw in a local garage and I knew that I had to have it.

The car was light blue, the bonnet embraced the whole of the front of the car and could be lifted up so that all whole of the engine was exposed. The windows had no frame around them.

it was a sunny day in the middle of summer Even now I can remember looking through the side window at the milometer. it was round with clear number’s which registered 14000 miles and I thought wow.

All logic disappeared and despite having little money I bought it with a loan from the garage.

Over the next few months I fitted an instrument console between the two front seats and crammed as many switches and dials into it as I could, many were never connected up but they looked great.

Then I would cruise around in it with one of my best friends Joey France of italian deccent with thick black hair and who was far better looking than I was trying and failing in most cases to pick up girls.

But this was American Graffiti before I knew it existed and how I loved that car and where it took me in life.