“My father bought me my first car. It was a Buick.”
John left the DMV standing tall. With his driver’s license in hand, it was time to put his Schwinn out to pasture. As he approached his bicycle, the rumble of a V-8 engine shook the ground beneath his feet. A glistening, black 1948 Buick Roadmaster raced into the parking lot and sped straight at him! John cringed and braced for impact. At the very last second, the car screeched to a halt. Through the cloud of burning rubber, a man emerged from the driver’s door. A familiar voice called out, “Don’t just stand there like a ninny. Come take your new car out for a spin.” “Dad?” replied John in a state of shock. “You bought me a Roadmaster?” “You’ve earned it,” replied his father. “Besides, no son of mine is gonna drive a Ford.”
