The Valiant As an infant, I rode to my first doctor’s appointment in my great-grandfather’s new 1964 Plymouth Valiant. Several years later, the car became my daddy’s, and when the car and I were both 18, it became mine. I drove it for 14 years before selling it to my friend’s son. The Plymouth didn’t come with fancy things like radio and seatbelts, although front seatbelts were added before I got it. It had no air conditioning, but it had wings, which were better! By the time I got it, it also had no heat. The trunk lock had fallen out, so I opened the trunk with a screwdriver. The gas gauge quit, and I ran out of gas a few times. I don’t know how many miles were on the car when I sold it, because the speedometer and odometer had broken several years before. There was no passenger side mirror, but that was no problem. The great visibility allowed me to change lanes and to back more confidently than I have in any other car. It lacked luxuries, but the important things worked. Friends with car trouble could usually get a ride in my aptly named Valiant. Sarah Light |
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