Tuesday, September 26, 2017

My First and Only Car

I'm not much of a car guy.  To me, they're a utility -- a necessary one, but nothing more.  I don't get all googly-eyed when I see vintage cars, or excited when the newest models come out.  As I often tell people, I don't know what an alternator is, what it does or even what it looks like.  I'm decidedly not one of those guys who would go to a pharmacy parking lot on a Saturday evening and look under the hoods of cars who were brought there by their proud owners to discuss cam shafts and pistons and all things automotive.

I never owned a car until I was forty-three-years-old.  I had tried to buy a car in my early thirties, but the price of insurance for a single male living in downtown Chicago was prohibitive.  The CTA took care of most of my commuting needs, Metra the rest.  Then I got married and my ex-wife had a car.  When we got a dog and there were responsibilities that had to be shared, it was time to get a car.  This was in 2004.

I looked around, wanting to buy domestic.  I first visited Ford, where the salesman boasted that Ford was "up to number twelve in the safety ratings."  Piqued by a boast of "we're number 12!" I asked him what Ford had been the year before.  "Twenty-five," he said meekly, and combined with the smallish seating in the driver's seat, that put an end to my dalliance with Ford.

I wanted to buy a Saturn, but by the time I got around to it, Saturn's reputation had suffered.  I won't buy foreign (more on that anon), so I was at a loss.

Then I ventured into the Volvo dealership in my town.  Yeah, I know, Volvo's hardly an American brand, but I wiggled through on a loophole:  Ford owned Volvo when I bought my first car, a Volvo XC 90.  I got the demo model previously driven by the dealership's owner's wife.  It's ash gold.  Given Volvo's safety reputation (far removed from number 12...or 25...), and reliability, I was sold.

I got the car with 6,000 miles, more or less, on it.  It now has 200,680, give or take.  That's over 194,680 miles in nearly thirteen years, or nearly 15,000 miles a year.  I didn't drive that many miles a year when I first bought it, but when I met Karen and we decided to move, the mileage started piling up.  In 2013, when we moved out of Illinois, I must have made at least twenty-five round-trips of over 600 total miles in that year.  In my new state, I've driven all over it, mostly in my car.  We've driven down to Kentucky a few times. 

The car's been some interesting places.  It's been to Toronto, Niagara Falls, Gettysburg, Washington D.C., Mount Vernon, the Outer Banks, Gatlinburg, Cincinnati, Minneapolis, Door County, Michigan, Indiana, Iowa and various parts of Illinois.  I doubt it'll last long enough for me to take it out west to see Monument Valley; heck, it had enough to make it up the Smokies in Tennessee.  But it won't see the Rockies, or the Northwest.  It won't see the South.  I'm not even sure we'll keep it.

I'm not attached sentimentally to the car.  I appreciate it's ruggedness; it's saved Karen a time or two when cars plowed into her.  In one notable instance, a Lexus drove into the back of the car while Karen was stopped at a railroad crossing.  Karen was unhurt; the car had scratches on it, but the Lexus's engine was in the front seat.  The cop speculated that it was going between 35-40 mph at the time it hit Karen. 

We've moved furniture and firewood, boxes of books and bundles of clothes.  It's the car I took Sherman in on his final drive.  It's been scratched and dinged.  Presently it has tree sap on it that I have to remove.  It had a transmission overhaul (about the only complaint I have about Volvo is the fact that it didn't issue a recall when it installed the wrong transmission for the wrong engine) and an gas line rebuild.  The tires have been replaced several times, as have the brakes -- little wonder with over 200,000 miles on it.  It needs a cleaning -- desperately -- but all in all, it's been a solid, reliable car.  My first. 

Soon I'll have to invest in another car.  Beside the monthly car payment there will be a new car with new smells (or less of them), a new feel, new positions for dials and lights and indicators.  Perhaps it'll even be gun-metal grey.  Whether we decide to keep this car is an open issue.  It'd be useful to haul things in an preserve the value of our other cars.  But I may need it as a trade-in.

Either way, I'll always remember my first car fondly.  I'm proud it lasted over 200,000 miles.  It still runs really well, and if I do trade it in someone will get some use out of it.  It served me well and protected Karen on a couple of occasions.  But time waits for no man, or car.

No matter what happens and what my new car is, however, I still won't know what an alternator is, what it does or what it looks like.

(c) 2017 The Truxton Spangler Chronicles

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Antifa and the Public Weal

Not since the 1960's has the country seen such domestic turmoil.  Unlike the '60's, however, the reason for the unrest isn't clear.  Back then, there was cultural change and opposition to a very unpopular war with high-profile assassinations blended in to create the combustible mix.  These days, there was the election of a president with whom many people disagreed on philosophical terms, with nothing else.

Since President Trump's election, his opponents have gone off the deep-end, from benignly predicting the end of the United States to lashing out at anything or anyone conservative to frighteningly violent clashes in cities across the country.  Conservative speakers have had to cancel speeches due to the violent protests at college campuses resulting in millions of dollars worth of damage to property, people have been assaulted needlessly simply for having supported or voted for Donald Trump and even conservative politicians have been shot by deranged Leftists. 

There are various groups engaged in these nefarious actions, but for the purposes of this blogpost the term Antifas, short for Anti-Fascists, is going to be used.  It's a highly ironic sobriquet, given that the actions taken by the antifas more closely resemble fascist tactics from the Third Reich.  Alas, to paraphrase Shakespeare, a turd by any other name still smells as bad, and the actions the antifas are taking are very reminiscent of Nazi tactics in pre-war Germany.

Breaking windows, shouting down speakers with opposing viewpoints, tearing down monuments of historical figures the antifas find objectionable, shooting opposition politicians...it has all the hallmarks of the Brownshirts, the paramilitary stormtroopers of the Nazi party.  Instead of Jews, conservatives are hunted down.  I don't think this country has seen such violent opposition to government since the Confederacy;  the hippies in the 1960's are pikers compared to these people. 

Another particular trait of the antifas is shouting something loudly and often enough that, despite its falsehood, it's believed by the general public, or at least a large enough segment of the public as to change the perception of the support the Administration truly has.  An old saw in the law reads:  If you have the facts, argue the facts.  If you have the law, argue the law.  But if you have neither the facts nor the law on your side, shout loudest.  This is what antifas are doing.  When conservative speakers try to speak, they make it impossible for the speakers to be heard.  They denounce President Trump and all who support him as white supremacists and neo-Nazis.  Some have even likened us to enablers of rape.  If they're confronted with facts, they rationalize them away and reiterate the righteousness of their cause.

The MSM indirectly supports this behavior by not reporting it or, if it does, downplaying it or casting it in a light least favorable to President Trump.  When the tables are turned, as happened to Nancy Pelosi when immigration protestors interrupted a recent speech, some outlets, such as ABC, refuse to broadcast the story.

The worst offenders insofar as support is concerned is the political bloc.  From encouraging antifas to continue to resist to failing to criticize their tactics, the direct and indirect support from Leftist politicians only worsens the situation, lending a patina of credibility to their efforts.  Mr. Obama continues to encourage the antifas to resist while, hypocritically, he rakes in huge fees for speaking engagements on Wall Street.  Somehow the antifas, blinded by their fury against Mr. Trump, can't see the monied forest through the gilded trees as their shining light urges them forward.

Protest is fine.  But the antifas are asserting their First Amendment rights in ways that are limited by time, place and manner restrictions that have long been upheld to be constitutional.  Their bald declarations of First Amendment rights fly in the face of precedent, but they don't care.  Again, when one has the facts, argue the facts.  When one has the law, argue the law.  When one has neither the facts nor the law, shout loudest. 

The antifas as presently constituted don't present a threat to the security of the country.  They are a domestic terrorist organization, however, and the Left, from the former president to the MSM to hangers-on to President Trump haters should distance themselves from the antifas.

If they don't, they may as well order brown shirts.

(c) 2017 The Truxton Spangler Chronicles